Poetry

Our city is waiting.
Our city is the one which its passion of  lyrics expresses  the sea poem and its roads are chocked with tears.
The chocks with  sorrow as large as the dark night a which  familiar feeling made it larger.
Yes, sun city is the city of lovers . The lovers who passed the sky of night and find a new way.
The lovers who all of the clean and sincere hearts need them. And the heart which can smooth the way. Depend upon the wind and think to the journey.





Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran