Like Shahrivar

Mingled with the scent of Mehr, the pure morning of Shahrivar slides over my skin slides, caressing, embraces my body... The air of Shahrivar mingled with the scent of Mehr, with the sleepy cooing of the turtledoves of your house slides over my body kisses my eardrums sings in me in the depths of my being repeating my name with the delightful melody of your breaths: Good morning! Good morning! Behind the frosted glass in my garden shine clusters of juicy carnelian mingled with your love...