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Mahmoud Ghoochani


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14 december 2013

The eye to see


The sky of our city  becomes more dark every day and our eyes blurred too. All of us are stay silent against any cruelty and don't say any word. My eyes like to see you and my heart is groaning . the tulips burnt and the flower  hovered  and our eyes became tearful with a sincere heart.
Now , I am praying for you to get ride of night darkness . Then my eyes see the light again.
So , describe for me the words and  make my forehead to touch the ground , Then I can wear a dress which is made of flowers and can stay with you fore ever.

 
 
 
 

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran






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