The Visiting Poet

Her name is Human Being and she lives in Iran. She is a poet and a woman I am proud to call my friend and recently and suddenly her blog has closed. So it is my privilege to post her latest poem, perhaps the first of a guest series where she may visit and enjoy your comments.
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Love you, Human Being...
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a place to hide
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everything escapes (from)
me even my
words -- all my
world

they are not afraid of
me but the gun
followingmefollowingmefollowingme

no wind to ride on
so hide
so hide
so hide

i hide in the clouds
but they keep on
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p
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g
d
o
w
n

or

d r i f t i n g a w a y . . .


i hide behind the moon
but it keeps on
waxing or waning


so i hide
in the sun
as i know
it never turns me in
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