Seyedeh Sara Foroozani

Rookie (Shiraz, Iran)

To You; In The Fall...

After the fiery leisure of the summer;
Through all the memories of whatever; but you,
The belief of your being; the cool shade among the severe nostalgia.
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I have my eyes with you,
My hands but; from the first being of you, are to the God who is closer than the jugular vein.
& I'm writing to you, in the Fall...

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