Negar Gorji
Sara Soleimani
Midnight
It’s always at midnight,
Every word never said
Every feeling never meant
Every fear never dared
It’s always a sentence,
Whether sharp like a blade
Cutting deep, never fade
Or so slow, barely grow
Not a hint, just a flow
If it’s strong enough to grow
Like the moonlight it will glow
But a heartbreak, deep and slow
Like a “snowfall in the soul”
If it only flows;
Hollow.
They’ve always been magical
Midnight, Moonlight, the Ladder Tall
Holding you high ‘nough to try
And catch them, the stars, as the fall
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Sara Soleimani, Iran
— Born on June 5th 1997 in the capital of Iran, Tehran, I am an Iranian girl who finds any kind of art interesting. I draw and make music but most importantly, as a student of English Literature, I am in love with writing. I write in forms of verse, prose, and sometimes short essays which are mostly about my view of the events or my deepest feelings.
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Dear all,
This is another poem by one of my talented friends. Plz include her poem in our new anthology.
P.S: sara....@yahoo.com
Cheers,
Negar Gorji