Chahar Fasl!

She was the first always to declare Spring:

Fortune Shone bright in her as Summer approached.

Fought for years; with no effort to see any seasons

she conquered the palace of Ice, to wit:

We ran into the depths of Earth – six feet no more;


She prepared a bed of Roses even Attila refused,

Scourge of God here for my bleeding heart,

Spite of her many loves, Men loved her the same;

pale ray of good fortune on this heart, one beat less,

Met scoffing and blame with thunders of Fall – one leaf less.

When we erred, they gave her pity for Winter has come – one life less,

But me — only pain – no more or less.

Meet Iranian Singles

Iranian Singles

Recipient Of The Serena Shim Award

Serena Shim Award
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