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Farvardin is over
You did not have the first rain of spring
Make yourself
Go to the first bloom of May
You know
Maybe you will not be paradise!
Poem about May
I'll kiss you today
No fear, no daring
Among the crowds
I'll kiss you
Deadly! .. Deadly!
I'll kiss you, because wine.
A poem about May
I'm dancing in you ...
I'll kiss you, like maybe
I'll kiss you
Like a fire, when you have fallen wheat!
The more primitive you go!
I'll kiss you like rain
I'll kiss you
Like the poem ...
So surrender
close your eyes
You're with that same kiss
In the same poem
Poem about May
All the way
If it's fire and water
Even if God
A small flower in the mirage
In his destination
You stand
Girl of May!
Just say
Where do you draw the earth?
Poem about May
one night
Someone like you
From the pomegranate spring
I brought a blue cup
said
Thirst for you
The sky is a thousand mayors too
Will not tolerate
He came to you instead of you
But I understood the calm water
Month
Ambassador is the words of dawn
It's morning
Easy Alley Visit
Easy meeting of people
And the doors
Windows
trees
Walls
Hey replies the eye to the way
How long?
A poem about May
When you are not
I am the grief of the thousand arid heaven
I cry
Coffee in the shadows,
LOVE IN DAY MONTH
Die in September
When you are not
A thousand children lost in my secret
Motherland wants you.
Short poem about May
Rain;
I wish you were sweet
With you
I am always happy ...
Spring to Spring ...
In the Ordibehesht
I took you from wild violets
And among orange blossoms
I was looking for!
Found in the fall ...
The only bloom of the world
That went down in the fall
Poem about May
Though they say
Adam is offended by eating an apple paradise
Driven from Janet al-Miawa
And for years it was a fights story;
But your archetype proved that:
Sibi that gasped
From Eve Garden!
Poem about May
I think of you
Like a traveler to the way
Like grass to the cloud
Like bloom in the morning and
Like word to poem.
I think of you
Like tired of sleep and nargis to maybe
Poetry about Ordibehesht
Wild donkeys have flowers
And the warm southern valleys
Salt from the color and perfume
In this maybe souza n
That cedar and heat of the sun
Fades away
Poem about May
When the night is with the perfume of the ivy
From the bright plain sky, I slipped into my dark room
I started a letter in response to a letter
The light shone from the ceiling light
I, with pen and pencil, from the paper line
I flew to the summit of thought
Poetry about the Maydays
I think it was April
Jasmine and blueberries
The time of the promises and the losses
Now if a few of them fail, they fail.
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