شعر آرش

A poem for Arash Kahraman

It is snowing..., he is telling a story next to the flame of the fire. I told Uncle Nowruz's children that life is beautiful! The life of a long-standing fire is still standing, if it is not ignited, the dance of its flame can be seen in every corner, otherwise it is extinguished, and silence is our sin, my children.!... Our story was about Arash, he was about John! Housemaid…