By: Cyrus Mahan In the sky of azure, beats of hearts ignite,Stars gleam for us, in the deep of night.Our homeland renews, in youth's bright light,For a future that's clear, and ever so bright,For a future that's clear, and full of insight. In our souls, a fiery passion does blaze,Like Arash's arrow, through the haze.A... 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 →
The Eucalyptus Leaves
By: Cyrus Mahan Rain began its relentless descent at noon, a deluge as if the very belly of the sky had shattered, spilling its contents in an unceasing torrent. The streets, already riddled with potholes, transformed into miniature lakes, their surfaces disturbed only by the incessant drumming of raindrops. It was one of those days... به خواندن ادامه دهید →
The Midwife
By: Cyrus Mahan In a village shrouded in mist and secrets, there lived an old midwife named Elara. Her cottage, cloaked in creeping ivy, stood at the edge of the village, where the dense forest began its ominous sprawl. Villagers whispered about her uncanny ability to soothe the most difficult births with her ancient chants... به خواندن ادامه دهید →
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