BABA TAHERESQUE

بیا سوته دلان گرد هم آییم 

To hold hands

As survivors

We walk down the road

To survive

While holding hands together.

Life is shoulders

To lean on

And smell

The scent of the road

In spring.

WRITTEN FOR SAID AND CYRUS(MOHAMAD)

WITH ME,

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