Let side chairs, faded velvet Weather
Forest wood fireplace set up by you
Kettle and dancing flames, thyme and cardamom in the air
A tray of love and joy I share not only
Cup of tea, and received me out
Spectacular own age when you set up
A woman's life but you, but you talk sink
I miss you, but God forbid you laugh
But while the place of flowers, North dancing instead of flowers
On the carpet instead of flowers, you play the role of journalist
Heart and I put a mirror on the polymer and
It shows comb hair with my melee
Forest hair to the waist! May the head scarf
Oh, if the Caspian eyes, lips Kenny Salmon
With berry taste, touch, with his poems Soul Mate
Dance Ella O High're able vodka
A murmuring brook! Undaunted a bun!
Not even told you so beautiful mirror?
I love my crime, whip your hair on my body
Better not run that much faster Khvrdnm
Flowers moonlight picked up the pile to Eyelids
Thousands of dream you share video frame
I am my Khandh poem, maybe you've Gryandh
Has been left blank you find a flower
* Shahrad Mydry *