iranian poetry

Forgive her.Sometimes she forgetsshe is painfully the sameas stagnant water,hollow ditches, foolishly imaginesshe has the right to exist. Forgivea portrait’s listless rage,whose longing for movementmelts in her paper eyes. Forgive this woman whose casket is washed overby a flowing red moon,her body’s thousand-year sleepperturbed by night’s stormy scent. Forgive this woman who’s crumbling inside,but whose…