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Mehrdad Arefani
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Wipe your noseWash your face let’s go for a game up the leafy alleys
September was on the calendar
p.m. shadows shifting short to long
Don’t catch me off guard
or pull a naked shoulder from the shadow of your hair
You, born in the year of the mouse,
make no Leo of me, I’m just a boy
Days fade to dusk then to night then to morning
So now half of me tigers around Brussels
while the other half out-tongues you
© Translation: 2012, Abol Froushan
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© 2010, Mehrdad Arefani
From: From Tree to Tree
Publisher: Dena - Belgium, Brussels
From: From Tree to Tree
Publisher: Dena - Belgium, Brussels
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Wipe your noseWash your face let’s go for a game up the leafy alleys
September was on the calendar
p.m. shadows shifting short to long
Don’t catch me off guard
or pull a naked shoulder from the shadow of your hair
You, born in the year of the mouse,
make no Leo of me, I’m just a boy
Days fade to dusk then to night then to morning
So now half of me tigers around Brussels
while the other half out-tongues you
© 2012, Abol Froushan
From: From Tree to Tree
From: From Tree to Tree
Game
Wipe your noseWash your face let’s go for a game up the leafy alleys
September was on the calendar
p.m. shadows shifting short to long
Don’t catch me off guard
or pull a naked shoulder from the shadow of your hair
You, born in the year of the mouse,
make no Leo of me, I’m just a boy
Days fade to dusk then to night then to morning
So now half of me tigers around Brussels
while the other half out-tongues you
© 2012, Abol Froushan
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