Isolated Breakfast Poem by Mostafa Sarabzadeh

I see four nurses dressed in white
Four half breaths masked in blue
Helping who lying in street
Someone who about to leave
By the last deadline is received
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I see a rare scene in my history
Entered by window to take my seat
I'v never had a breakfast like this
First swallow was taken by high beat
Separated chair knocking the door
With murmuring ' who is charged with this
My hands are again in the first role
Since auhtor does not write by his feet
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I see a rare scene in your history
An isolated version of your look
Owing a black-eyed glance at me
Still is floating under lined shock
Seems four-seat table all against me
With a separated seat walking up to me
Who knows what the morning's life like
If a frozen mask kisses you rather than me
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I see four hands dressed nothing
A broken feeling saying nothing
In one of the most coldest time
All cavilling the breakfast to do nothing
Who knows what the morning's life like
If two crossed hugs sense nothing
7 am is the right time to date
Our watch has shiver and showing nothing
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I see four nurses dressed in white
Stepped in to start an aerial fight
Four half breaths masked in blue
Begging to exhale by the last shot
Who knows what a drug feeling like
If not able to make the morning hot
Having no time in cleaning the table up
Witnesses now shows I was doing right
Take care of the three empty chairs
And say all you keep grabbing the cup
Waiting to see our breakfast released
With two cracked cups
Whose taste will be ever hot
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Iranian Poet and Researcher
Mostafa Sarabzadeh