Oh my honey you have your own fragrance!!
The odor of that migrated barn Swallow…….
The sour sweet fragrance of that wild barberry
With the taste of Eve’s apple under
your white crystal teeth
The odor of sea breezing
The smell of that far beach vanished in wind and storm
A growing and a beginning odor to be youth
Sow me in your soil till to be ever green
To grow enough up to your lovely kisses.
Written & translated By : Mahmoud Shirbazoo

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