Storm

One day, storm in early dawn
Shattered roses as does the gun
To the preys; birds, jumped to run
Deer, rabbit

Odor remained
Of jasmine
Earth carpeted
In white and red

Of smelling
Dawn flowers
Forlorn
In piece, lingered orphans

Mindless storm
Loveless storm
Senseless storm
Shameless storm

Nassy Fesharaki

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