Of the wind and The River of Tajan
of cloud in shape of flower
at the Sea of Khazar
or Caspian,
as you will.
Of the roosters of the north
or roses
and nightingales,
there is a humblegreen town
of voices and love
carrying our soul and flesh
to the oceans and skies
or rainbow
and constellations.
Where is that velvety voice
calling you to sunrise roads
and sunset valleys
of Alborz
sitting at the sea?
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