To the right <br />The terrain’s sky <br />Soft blue and endless <br />Black hair’s strand is brush <br />And canvas and her nose and heaven <br /> <br />This is then <br />When love flamed <br />Now my wine and silence <br />Now sky is news no more blue <br />Why do the U.S. born ditch passports? <br /> <br />Somewhere there in the air <br />Can’t you feel that scissor? <br />Working against pure love <br />For wealth-sake or the ego<br /><br />Nassy Fesharaki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/belonging-20/
