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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