POETRY PUISI
By: Saeed Davoudi
At the time I was opening the door
At the time the clock was singing silently
At the time the wind was blowing from the neighbor’s house
On my solitary shack…
The gentle melody of my goldfish
Inside the green muddy bowl, without a flash;
Got more silent and lost flesh.
At that time, just like the goldfish
I was captive inside a bowl of loneliness;
A tired voice in the sob of my throat was dying;
At that time, just like the fish
You, I see as water.
A poetry made and sent by Saeed Davoudi from Tehran, Iran
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