To my everlasting love Fatemeh Amirfazli*
Meanwhile we stand face to face,
Stuttering over words;
And the stream of statements is dusted;
For no good reason
I blush and you too;
The walls are demolished
And out of the debris they are reconstructed;
My prayer is filled with the scent of roses
And so is my room.
This is it.
This is all you see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The walls are demolished And out of the debris they are reconstructed; real n true feelings.......10