Poem 108: Her Hands
 "She is my jewel my precious stone Without her I would be so alone Her hands are strength and comfort to me Her love is what love is supposed to be": Unknown Poet
ﺶﻳ ﺎﻫ ﺖﺴ ﺩ
ﺶﺯ ﺍﺭ ﺩ ﻭ ‘ﺭﻭ ﺩ_ﺖﺒﻴﻏ ﻥ ﺁ ﺯ ﺍ ﺲﭙ ﻰﻴ ﺎﺑﺭﻠ ﺩ ‘ﺎﺑ : ﻭ ﺍ ﺩﻣ ﺁ ﺭ ﺍ ﺪﻴ ﺪ ﻪﺒ
ﺶﺯ ﺎﻧ ﺖﺴ ﺩ ‘ﻩﺭ ﺎﺑ ﻭ ﺩ ﺶ ﻭﺨ ﻢﺘﻔ ﺭﮔ ﻰﻴ ﺎﻧﺷ ﺁ_ﻯ ﺍ ﺪﺘﺒ ﺍ _ ﻡﺴﺭ ﻪﺒ
ﺶﺯ ﺎﺴ ﻩﺭ ﺎﭽ _ﺖﺴ ﺩ_ﻢﺭﮔ_ﺭ ﺍﺭﺸ ﻰﻴ ﺍ ﺩﺟ_ﻥ ﺎﻣﺭ ﺩ ﻭ ﻥﻴﮑﺳﺘ ﺪﺷ ﻪﺒ
ﻯﺮ ﻮﻧ ﺖ ﺩ ﺎﻌﺴ ﺭﻬﭼﻮﻧﻣ Montreal (1986)
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