Ghosts

Ghosts Persian art (The eternal pain of Exile)

On the windswept plains of ancient Pars

Ghosts stir from half a century’s slumber:

Persian valleys,  blossom-heavy boughs

And Khayyam’s whispering, silver streams

Persian winds scent Seychelles nights with perfumes from another life

Long-forgotten faces, places, and the musky scents of spring

Ruffle the calm waters of my island exile

With a pining for home

About glynnburridge

Englishman who grew up in Iran and worked as an interpreter/translator before moving to Seychelles, becoming a published author and working as chief copywriter and tourism consultant for the Seychelles Tourism Board. Loves motorbikes. Enjoys cooking, tennis and hanging out.
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