Comments about Reza parhizgar
He led me to the rose garden
And darkling, he tucked a rose in my restless trembling tresses
Slept with me on a rose petal
Oh, paralytic pigeons!
Oh, inexperienced menopausic trees, oh blind windows!
A red rose is now sprouting below my heart and deep in my loin
A red rose
Red As a blood stain
Ah, I am pregnant, pregnant, pregnant