Dearest Sister, dearest Persian blood,
The deep deep serene sea flows in our precious land quiet and reverent, it carries waves that are green, that are gold that are red with the blood of our innocent. I have never seen eyes so pure and lives in palms. Our young are one the most selfless, courageous species i have come across. When one walks amongst the millions in silence, one only hears the heart beats as a beauiful humming of the drum taking us along.
Black candles alight, we grieve for our students in sleep and we carry their blood to liberty. Iran has been cooking for 30 years and now the stew is Red Hot for serving the world, our blood is full of spice, full of zest and its aroma shall spread, its taste will be everlasting.
Our people have matured in bullets and bombs, there is no fear when freedom is at stake. When my patient with fresh stitches after his craniotomy is raising his hands in the streets, severe asthmatics flowing with their nebulizers and infants in push chairs come to streets, who can stop this passion?
In life there are only moments worth living for and one reason worth Dying for!
Iran is the colour of turquoise, the sky is above us with the glorious sun and at night glittered with stars, we, the children of Iran will forever live with passion and fire. Dear sister poetry is boiling in our throats and we feel the intensity!
seamorg
spoonsun
