Neda - "The Voice"

In memory of Neda Soltani....

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I touched your forehead - it was cold,
You were dead but there're things to be told..

I watched your face beautiful like the moon,
But what was the use - you were gone so soon..

I held your hands tenderly in mine,
Feeling disoriented in these sands of time..

When I kissed your lips, I felt so sane,
Your mere sight vanished all the pain..

Now that you couldn't listen - I wanted to say,
I love you - but I couldn't even whisper and pray..

You were rested flowers grew on your grave,
Silence, memories and tears are all that I can save..


R.I.P.