LOVE Poem: Feather-light, by Nazanin Esmaeilpour Eshka

Amber-warm, yet forgotten,
like the last snow before March marches in…
I don’t think of it too often,
for it might carry me away with the wind.
It lies there,
feather-light,
in a drawer—
the last memory of us.
Lullaby-sweet,
yet forgotten,
like the first poem I penned.

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