Poetry

Even your name I have doubts about 
and about the trees
about their branches,
if perhaps they are roots
and we have been living
all these years underground.
Who has dislocated the world?
And why are birds circling in our stomachs?
Why does a pill defer my birth?
For years we've been living underground
and perhaps a day in my seventies
I'll be born
and feel that death
is a shirt we all come to put on,
whose buttons we can either fasten
or leave undone...
A man may roll up his sleeves
or he might...
I am the captive man's conjectures
about the seasons behind the wall. 
"Garous Abdolmalekian "

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Appreciate it so much, my fren 🫶🏻😊

This poem is fire, and the photo is on another level, Perfect match my fren ❤️🫶🏻

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Thank you so much🤩🙏🏻
Bashe hatman, onam inshala bezoodi emtahan mikonam.

This is amazing 😍💗
Ino badan to pkok ham bezar.
Va inke khodet ham mituni matn shaerane inja benevisi.

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Thank you so much! I believe our minds shape our reality, so in a way, it could all be an illusion. I'm glad the imagery resonated with you and connected with the poem and photo 🥰

The imagery of living underground and the reversal of branches and roots is so thought-provoking. It makes me question how much of our reality is an illusion. what a nice frame to connect with poem 👀

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