Dried Rose Petal

The girl whose journal was full of poems and rose petals
Turned out to be a cruel hunter
Chasing young prey
To taste still shaking young flesh
On her cherry lips
With her heart hidden in her grandma’s chest
Mask on her face
Sucking nectar like a butterfly
Not caring about traces of pollen on her face
She can not see the extended hand
She can not hear heart beats
Nobody is patient to plant a tree
The fruit of others tree is more erotic
Nobody thinks of growing old gracefully

Meet Iranian Singles

Iranian Singles

Recipient Of The Serena Shim Award

Serena Shim Award
Meet your Persian Love Today!
Meet your Persian Love Today!