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Dancing clouds – A Bouquet of Poems by an Iran-born Danish Poet

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Dancing clouds – A Bouquet of Poems by an Iran-born Danish Poet

Farzaneh Dorri, an Iranian born Danish poet and writer, shares her three poems. Her favorite form of expression is poetry

Farzaneh Dorri - Sindh CourierFarzaneh Dorri is an Iranian born Danish poet, who was born in Abadan and grown up in Isfahan. She has resided in Copenhagen since 1985. She earned her Master of Arts from Roskilde University. From 1997 to 2008, she worked as Danish teacher. Since 2009, she has worked as a case-manager.
Farzaneh Dorri’s favorite form of expression is poetry. She is an active author and has been performing as a poet as well as a translator. She has strong passion for writing and translating poetry.

Dancing clouds

The sky is blue
And it’s empty
The street is grey
And it’s empty
The garden is green
And it’s empty
The window is dark
And it’s empty
The sheet is white
And it’s empty
I’m thinking of you
I’m thinking of you … and it’s raining
Now the sheet is a window
Full of light
I’m thinking of you … and it’s raining
Now the window is a garden
Full of flowers
I’m thinking of you … and it’s raining
Now the garden is a street
Full of people
I’m thinking of you … and it’s raining
Now the street is heaven
Full of clouds
They dance
They dance … and now
The world is
Full of you.

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digital-ransformationDigitization of work

Good morning
 
The email system is broken
The computer network is out of order
The website of company has been hacked
Data is changed
 
Inquiries are waiting;
Be patient please!
And remember the fact, that 
Many IT staff don’t thrive on their job.
That’s the highest digitized society
Enjoy your day.

 

Sincerely yours
Artificial intelligence

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Copenhagen_City_Hall_on_Rådhuspladsen_(City_Hall_Square)
A view of Copenhagen

Soul of my City

My city has no feet
My city has got wheels
Relentless noisy wheels.
My city has no eyes
My city has got glasses
A pair of pretentious sunglasses.
My city has no thoughts
My city has got receivers
Receivers for low and high frequencies
My city runs
But does not know where,
My city buys

But does not know why,

My city is sad

My city is lonely

My city is ill

And each day cuts off the head of one of its doves

To calm down its pain.

My city

Has got a heart

But it’s not in love.

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Eva Petropoulou Lianou - Greece- Sindh CourierEva Lianou Petropoulou, an author and poet from Greece, has introduced Farzaneh Dorri

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