Reihaneh Jalalian


Biography of Reihaneh Jalalian

It was the time of another sunset and the sky was red. Somewhere neath the endless red sky, when the sun was going to sleep, I woke up. And my eyes saw the first bloom of garden flowers. And the first smile came with the first spring. My life began. Red is the color of my life. When my Lord wanted to paint my heart, when he looked at the sky, he chose red. And my life started with the red blood of sky. Red is the color of my life.

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My Lost City

Here I can smell the tears of the clouds
Here the pitter-patter of rain is too loud
Here the wind blows from my lost city
Here the rainbow smiles like a baby

Here the window, the heavens, the love, the air, and the moon is amazing
Here the first bloom of spring is smiling
No one can see my tears, yes my eyes are weepy
I know my God is so near, yes I am not sleepy

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