The Red Rose Outside My Window
Cast out from
love, too numb to feel
She, too, has forgotten what's real
She shares with me a deep sorrow
The red rose outside my window
No one to touch her fragile face
No one to praise her charming grace
We're bound to stay, neither can go
Me and the rose out my window
She'll perish if I take her in
And I can't bear my own chagrin
She falls as the wind starts to blow
And we fly far from that window...
Niloufar Behrooz
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Niloufar
Behrooz is lecturer in English Literature at the University of Isfahan, Iran.
Her work has appeared in Raintown Review, Classical Poets Society, Lighten Up
Online, Parody, Loch Raven Review, Literary Hatchet, Litro, World Haiku Review
and elsewhere. You can find her on Instagram @niloufarbehrooz