Spring time in my dear Kurdistan......
jonquils on the side of the road, picked by my love
mountain blossoms growing in the crevices fed by trickling water from the stream
the smell of sunshine
as big as a china cup
those warm papery dresses of faeries
attracter of beeszzz
deep throbs of perfume
ancient lands cut through by this heavenly gush
and the wild goats clip clopping above the rushing river
the festival of parasols swinging in spring time in erbil
both kitsch and pretty, these flower balls at the family mall in erbil
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