The Third poem

Liberty

The weird anymoous word of pale skin world

Walk slowly on the side streets of history

Time set on the old chair of cosmos

Gazed at the pale skin passenger

So many times ago called that weak pale skin passenger

Liberty

The rain of regret huged them

Time drinks its tea under the regrets melodies notes

So close so far

Liberty gone

And the darkness of lie is the owner of this street

Time walk through among the tombstones

Time gazed at the one tombstone

One upon time all people called me liberty

I murderd by lie


© Ehsan Teymourpour