Hojjatollah Galeh


Of Mine On Me

Excuse me for my bad poem. It's my first. I like to promote my poems with your friendly advices. Thank you dear.
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An eagle flied over sky a day
And arranged his wing to run a way

In order to perform to do a game
He should do the game as may again

As opened his wing and saw a Par (Persian form of feather)

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