In Memory of Leonard Cohen

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.

And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In my secret life.

(September 21, 1934 – November 7, 2016)


Anonymous said…
For lovers of Persian poetry

Shirin and Farhad

This poetry tale of desperate love and self destruction reminds one of the Tristan stories centuries later in Europe

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