I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth. — Kamand Kojouri
I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth. — Kamand Kojouri
I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth. — Kamand Kojouri
I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth. — Kamand Kojouri
I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth. — Kamand Kojouri
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I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth.

— Kamand Kojouri
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