Share A Man Dies in me A Poem By Zhawen Shali Translated by: S J Fowler less cold now, as his limbs shrink, his icicle fingers slacken their grip, heat returns to my body. A woman passed, blue lipped Brr, shivers. But in this dawn I don’t need a coat his power to freeze weakening, my steps, grow firmer. I glow brighter and brighter. it wasn’t a man of rock who was lodged in my heart, but only a man of ice who’s melted in my heart. Kurdish PoetryZhawen Shali Share FacebookEmail
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