And The Winds Don't Know How To Read...

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In the garden,

By the roses, is written,

"Do not pick up the flowers"

But the wind doesn't know how to read...

These lines were written by a well wisher on the death of Iranian Princess Leila Pahlavi (March 27, 1970 - June 10, 2001). The Pahlavi's were exiled after the Iranian revolution, departing from Iran on January 16,1979, when she was 9 years old. A one time model for the designer Valentino, she suffered from anorexia nervosa, chronic low self-esteem, and severe depression and spent much time being treated in clinics in the United States and Britain. She was found dead in her room in the Leonard Hotel in London, England. The 31 year old princess was burried near her maternal grandmother, Farideh Ghotbi Diba, in the Cimetière de Passy, Paris, France.

May her soul rest in peace.

Comments

Syra said…
-the roses don't mind being blown away by the wind either, they accept it as destiny and as each petal part it spreads the sweet yet wild fragnance as it moves along the whirlpool of the wind
-too much pain n sorrow behind those beautiful faces
-God bless her.
August 4, 2007 at 3:48 PM
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