The Ascension


Winter gives way to spring
The bullets in your chest will be replaced with love and hope
From Tehran to the Persian Gulf
Kurdistan to the dusty streets of Baluchistan,
The bloodshed, will be replaced with the blown tulips 

 O fellow tribe of valorous 
 O co-believer
 The echo of freedom
 Whisper, fellow traveller

The day of the ascension of the Phoenix, from the ashes of this dream
The day of the end of this nightmare, our arrival at the sea.
  You and I will not be captured by the night
  You and I cannot be separated from each other
You and I will build our home,
..together again…together again…




Milan Tajmiri




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