Mothers and their sons: Secret whispers

Horse-drawn carriage
Skids the stone,
Cemetery’s birds sing a
Redeeming but drunken atone.

White-haired woman
Bends on her hump,

From beneath the son says,

“I am safe and sound.”

Overgrown bushes hug
Middle road,
In symmetry, laid out,
This is their Board.

One buried without
Honor or glory,
One is unknown,
Destined in misery.

When daylight fades
Onto Western horizon,
Angels show up with secret
Whispers from Paradise.

Meet Iranian Singles

Iranian Singles

Recipient Of The Serena Shim Award

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