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