Ferdowsi Square

In the corner of the square where the sun shines first where the sun in its sky before setting with a few swift lines sketches the design of sunrise there... in red shoes red stockings a red dress and a red, red shawl every day she came and the woman sat and fixed her eyes on the fading end of the street in the scent of her small red buds which opened every day till sunset in the folds of her skirt. Every day every day...