Dear Kamran
When I open windows of my mind toward poem sky,
I see your face in the sky.
I want your hand in my hand, but now I touch my pen instead your hand.
Its heart beat is like me and it dances on paper to tell you,
How incredible I love you.
...by tabasom..
...come back to Iran...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem