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امروز که روزنامه را پهن کردم 

روزنامه پهن شد پیش پاهام 

و بعد راه افتادم رفتم تنها 

رفتم در باد قدم زدم 

اکتبر ۳۱

Albemarle Plantation

WHEN I PULL

کمی که می کشمت در کم کمی که می کشمت 

هلاک کشیدنت می شوم کشیدن هات 

و دست پیش و پس و پیش تا کمی که 

می کشمت 

در کم کمی که می کشمت 

حالا هلاک کشیدنت شدم 

یا کشیدن هات؟

Albemarle Plantation

Hertford,N.C.

oct 31

NGHT IN MARINA

شب لنگرگاه 

دست باران را میگیرد می آرد روی ایوان

 د می در گوش هاش می خواند خیس

باران بی بال ایوان را مینگرد سرگردان 

در جرنگ جرنگ قایق ها 

ALBEMALRE MARINA

OCT 31 

WHY THERE NO VOOICE

چرا صدا نمی رسد
...

POPULATION P0PS 7 BILLION

NARGES is here.She is symbolically the 7th billion mouth open for food or joining another one billion starving  around the globe.
Welcome on board Narges!

SEAFOOD NORFOLK,STREAMED OYSTER

صدف ها در تاریکی
جامه ی روشن درخت
عصر خاکستری

EDENTON ON WATERFRONT
0CT 31

SPARKLING WATER FRONT

پرنده شدم

به پناه تو آمدم 

ماهی و صدف به من خیره شد 

EDENTON,NC

IN RIVER FRONT

OCT 31

RUMIESQUE:RUMI WAS GOING TO RUM

رومی به روم می رفت 

تا جایی شود 

من در تو جا شدم 

وقتی که می رفتم 

ALBEMARLE

OCT 31

*RUMIESQUE :FALL TO FALL

from sky 

I fall down

Sky falls down 

Like a red bird

To the land of fall.

Love is a season 

To the land of fall.

Love is a season

To bring you eternity

To eternity

In sky

Or in this earthly

earth

oct 30

-SO MUCH NOISE

Poempainting by Zohreh Khaleghi
این همه همهمه 
همه ی برگان که با هم می رقصند 
شعر خزانی را ماهی به لب می بندد
در نم نم باران 
بندرگاه به آغوش شب می خزد
و خزان همین گوشه کنارها
با موج و بلوت
پرسه می زند
این همه همهمه
وای این همه همهمه
با با د در فصل رقصیدن
زهره خالقی

The Trail of Tears

I look to the long road behind

My heart is heavy with my people's sorrow

Tears of grief I weep - for all that we have lost

As we march ever farther from the land of our birth

On the Trail of Tears 

Mile after mile and day after day

Our people are fewer with each rising sun

Disease and starvation they take their terrible toll

And though we suffer still we march on

On the Trail of Tears 

I watch my beloved weaken and fall

Upon the road like so many before

With tears in my eyes I hold my wife to my breast

And in my arms she breathes her last

On the Trail of Tears 

Mile after mile and day after day

We march to a land promised us for all time

But I know that I can no longer go on

I know that is a land that I shall never see

On the Trail of Tears 

As my body - it falls to embrace the earth

My spirit - it soars to greet the sky

With my dying breath am I finally set free

To begin the very long journey towards home

On the Trail of Tears 

Brian Childers

FOR NOVEMBER,THE MONTH OF NATIVE AMERICAN HERITAGE

NOVEMBER,NATIVE AMERICAN MONTH

The Trail of Tears

I look to the long road behind

My heart is heavy with my people's sorrow

Tears of grief I weep - for all that we have lost

As we march ever farther from the land of our birth

On the Trail of Tears 

Mile after mile and day after day

Our people are fewer with each rising Sunoco

Disease and starvation they take their terrible toll

And though we suffer still we march on

On the Trail of Tears 

I watch my beloved weaken and fall

Upon the road like so many before

With tears in my eyes I hold my wife to my breast

And in my arms she breathes her last

On the Trail of Tears 

Mile after mile and day after day

We march to a land promised us for all time

But I know that I can no longer go on

I know that is a land that I shall never see

On the Trail of Tears 

As my body - it falls to embrace the earth

My spirit - it soars to greet the sky

With my dying breath am I finally set free

To begin the very long journey towards home

On the Trail of Tears   

November is National American Indian and Alaska Native Heritage Month.