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She Was Everyone’s But Mine

Her tongue was soft as silk,

Her words rough as Hessian

Her lips inviting and soft

Her heart as dark as night

Her face, the moon of my dark nights

Her thoughts, far away as the moon.

For years she was the darling of my heart

Alas, her heart was everyone’s but mine.

Nasir al-Molk Mosque. Shiraz, Iran

(photographer: O. Jafarnezhad)