Comments about Rose Faghih
My dear mom,
When I look at the sky of your eyes:
I travel to the city of love,
The light of hope shines in my heart,
My unique mommy,
My love to you is fresher than red dancing roses,
Blood is not red compared to my love to you.
May be the cells in my body can be counted,
Or atoms in the whole world not be countless one day,
Oh, but not my love to you,
It’s impossible to measure.
The best mom in the world,
I ever know:
Your heart is greater than the vast sky,
You shine in the sky of my life as a sun,
Your hands are the ...