Ghosts

Ghosts  (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 […]