Poetry

 Persia is a rumor      
Persia is a rumor 
 
 
Persia is a rumor 
There is a place over the map under the hills and over the valleys 
There is people connected to GOD. 
What they say and how they live and feeling sorry for themselves and helping others to be free. MAKING poetry. 
Making words flow from hearts so pure of stone washed denim. 
Making words rhyme and then rhyme within and then rhyme again and to namme men the antithesis that they are. 
Persia is a rumor a cloud formed on this horizon making better soldiers of the fortunes of this war. ZONE marks the shadow, time comes. 
IN the other side of the earth they call it lunch when eye sleep. 
Rumoureous Persia is the garden of rhyme and templatic sympathy. 
“DEEP.”