Dear Kamran
I know I have written about your eyes a lot, but when I think about:
some hands that were in another hands and now they are empty,
some hearts that were full of love and now they are full of hate,
about some sunny eyes that now are rainy,
about some springs that now are winters,
I fear to think about the end of my story,
I prefer to think about your eyes again and
Promise to my heart I will get 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