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Zephyr (Poem)


ZEPHYR:

It is harmatan
The west wind

                  Picked me up
                  Wrapped me delicately

Shielded me
From jaded weapons

                  Of cruelty and reality
                  Where I can crawl again

Under cherry blossoms
And tremble in delight.

©Amir Muhammad Harbo
ameerharbo@gmail.com

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