Noisy Poem
It is stormy outside. Cetainly no hope for a romantic or relaxing night under the moonlight by the seashore. Although wind is roaring loadly, but I still hear an ambulance siren making unpleasant noises. Why that reminds me of the “Noisy Poem” book?
posted by Navid at 6:48 PM
2 Comments:
Hi Navid Jan. Nima told me you started posting again. :))
Thanks for clarification on "father and son". :))) good luck
navid jan, az khundanae jomalatet lezzat mibaram :) booooooose faravan
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