Cost of War

Cyrus Mahan When the fog of war retreats,No victors stand, only defeats.A somber stage, where victims rest,In silence deep, a solemn test. Alone you stand in shadowed lane,Amidst the quiet of the fallen, lain.The living scarce, the dead surround,A haunting chorus without sound. Where borders once their lines did draw,No inch has shifted, despite the... به خواندن ادامه دهید →

In Pursuit of Tomorrow by: Cyrus Mahan To those whose hearts knew love's embrace,In pursuit of our tomorrow's trace,Drank deeply from the sunset's red grace,In evenings bitter, a sunlit face,In evenings bitter, a sunlit face. Oh, my ally, in love's fervent chase,For this affection, I earnestly pace,In the name of my daughter, my Iran's face,In... به خواندن ادامه دهید →

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