City of poets

Where is the city of Poets
Where nightingales sing beautifully
Flowers bloom in splendour
Gardens spectacular
Fars Province
Is seemingly

A far away nation
Of secrets
It’s ancientness historically
Quietly a populous city of dreams
Shiraz it’s name known to be
A grape the world over
And Has probably
Savoured it’s flavoursome soul
South west Iran
Gardens there stun
The most perceptive of eyes
Constantly

Profound are the poems we speak of
Beautiful prose comes to mind
Alliteration and word salutation
In the true annals of time
Yes we find
Scripts that
engender
Truly, a great depth of soul
Promoting a masterful scene of real life

Dedicated to Maz and his comrades
In the Dickmans Chemist in High Street Berkhamsted
Gentle souls who do so much for humanity.