Wednesday, November 4, 2020

From the pulse of the hypon Shortcake I didn't know that she was Late boats Those memories Hearts are fragrant With a nostalgic fragrance thats it Memories The woman is a piece of candy Melt with the soul Once without him life Night moon Witness the silence Forbidden to speak Everyone is asleep Wreath of success Blended proudly Clenching the forehead Scattered flying flocks On the wings of the soul Reproduce Fly without wings You are free O soul Emad Abdul Malik Al-Dulaimi On the same chair She sat chatting with me And fear in her eyes The cup reader On barbed wire love messages To an unknown soldier Emad Abdul Malik Al-Dulaimi

From the pulse of the hypon
Shortcake

I didn't know that she was
Late boats
Those memories

Hearts are fragrant
With a nostalgic fragrance
thats it
Memories

The woman is a piece of candy
Melt with the soul
Once without him life

Night moon
Witness the silence
Forbidden to speak
Everyone is asleep

Wreath of success
Blended proudly
Clenching the forehead

Scattered flying flocks
On the wings of the soul
Reproduce

Fly without wings
You are free
O soul

Emad Abdul Malik Al-Dulaimi

On the same chair
She sat chatting with me
And fear in her eyes
The cup reader

On barbed wire
love messages
To an unknown soldier

Emad Abdul Malik Al-Dulaimi


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