Tehran
by sheri
When we remember the days behind us, our eyes become filled with tears. We see images of the times that have passed, where every face slowly fades away. Every silent corner of the city whispers the ending of another season. Every flower that opens its eyes reminds me that this too shall pass. It will pass, it will pass, it will pass. The dusty streets of old Tehran, once filled with children’s laughter, where stories and dreams were the sweetest memories of childhood. Every new flower that blooms witnesses the beauty of those forgotten days the days of childhood, the days we still carry within us.
- Chain
- TEZOS
- Network
- Tezos
- Contract
- KT19g9vt6KKB83oNUzALxpbXr9eZRg8arht3
- Token ID
- 44
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