The First of Ordibehesht

We return again in the uninvited poppies, as always without invitation. People gaze at us like a dream that has come true, suddenly, in this soil; like now, fiery and in love, beside each other, whispering in each other’s ears... And just like the poppies that have returned fiery and in love in the world of our being: kissing each other’s cheeks through the barbed wire...