My Ancestral Home
Translated from the original Persian post. Images, if present, are from that post or thread.
Love of country means...
An endless alley. However far or fast you run from it,
the moment you turn your head, the wooden door of your ancestral home is still there,
open or closed, always in sight.
A home that is never far away amid the turmoil of longing.
My homeland, Iran...
my ancestral home...
I am a lover far away, yet somehow close. I fight for you.
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