If I didn’t come with the blossoms – a poem by Shahryar Behrouz

Tell the little girl: Sometimes even the crows come home. ِ آن را هیچ کس نمی‌فهمد And in the scent of your hair, sadness grows deeper that no one understands. در راه She has a long night, tell me there is always a stone in our footsteps. ‌است Sometimes it takes us in the direction […]...

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Border City – A Poem by Shahriar Behrouz

What is the weight of a gun? I’m afraid it will dislocate your shoulder. بگردان And the blood that has a red smile on its face, turn your neck around. “Kissed before I pick the thorny wires” شتر “And let us come to the forefront of freedom, I fear you more.” من The reason I […]...

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