A poem about the flower

A poem about the flower

Rain and damp on the cedar and semen

The Tulips and the Flowers and the Caesar

The joy of your grandeur and cutie

The Afghan woman blows over the cuckoo's lawn

Poetry about roses

You are the glamorous glacier who is the industry

The top of the flower is made from the hyacinth

The lawn mower that is at your bottom

Sahar Flower and Nargis Ghods and Laleh Pile

Poetry about tulip

Is the feast and what is the feast to me

A kiss of Zan Lipan, the god of the Hawala

You said what your work was all about

Everyday I pray for you every year

Poetry about Jasmine

The cuff brace is not open and full

I have flowers and I do not fly

The flower smiled and cried my throat

Because I do not have to miss that tight

A poem about red roses

Same color and same zinc

Same leaf and same load

The same silent laugh at him is a great secret

The same shame and the same cute

The same white leaf is like a jelly's throat, like a tear

Same effect and face

Not fade no

Not depressed, that depression is on

Salt water from the wilt of heart

But behind this face is not a reason

Grass is Leaf and Barry

There is no water

See you too

Look at her eyes and sit back

But the story of the hope that you have in your package is not yours

Mustache

That he can not smell such a story

Do not let it go

Which is left in your hand, with the exception of a few colored paper

Poetry about the flower of Narcissus

Someone comes ...

Someone from the rain, from the sound of rain, from the patch and patch of petals

Poem about the Anemone Flower

As if from windows, the spirit is a breeze

I see only my grief

Poured on my chaotic hair

Auricidal scent

You are here now

Wide because of the aroma of acacia

On the highways of the morning

thanks to : شعر در مورد گل