ساعت ۱٠:٤٥ ‎ب.ظ روز ۱۳٩٠/۱٢/٢٦ : توسط : طلا نوری مهر



In the land of hatred cruelty

Unfairness and anxiety

Her being to bloom

But associate with thorn

Her kind and pure soul

Lost patience

To leave for fairness way

 Overflowing purity

Tired and sorrowful

Rest in shadow of death

Her goodness and sweet heart


And her sorrow was hung