On entire moments that I feel,
I have no one to be aware of me,
my feelings and my desires
throughout my frustration
sadness, sorrow and stew;
mood of expressing,
and sheering sensations,
art hits me calmly,
or agitatedly,
impelling me to throwing out
among words, among terms,
through my voice and accent,
by the language of my body;
storm out of this suffering.
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| Reza Rashidi |
I am there for you,
removing you from anathema,
taking away disturbance
in distinction to annoyance,
being there for you.
Art hits me serenely.
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