O Wind

O Wind!
You have painted colors across the book of my heart,
And struck my soul with your claws upon the pool of my pen.
I was always bound to you, as everyone knows,
Yet in the iron solitude of night, you rang my deepest self.
Poet: Sasan Salimi
(S.S. Sokoot)

This poem is about: 
Me

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