I, Ezzat Goushegir
I, Bertolt Brecht, am from the black forests.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
The Marches Turn Green
A
Poem
by Majid aficy.
In memory of Neda and her friends (1)
Like the sprouts of wheat
Which must grow green,
The marchers turn green. (2)
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