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I hate my strength ......................When hurt inadvertently loved

عيد مبارك

تتقارب السطور لتحظى
بأول اهتماماتڪمــ
ووتتساابق الاقلام
لتنثر حبرمودتها إليڪمــ
وتتسارع الحروف
لتعانق نواظركم
لڪن الروح تسبقها بالتهنئة
والقلب بالدعاء
بعيد اضحى سعيد
وعمرا بالفرح يزيد

عينيك

تبحر في عينيك سفن احلامي
واغرق معها في امواجه العاليه
ويغرق معها املي في رؤياك و فرحتي للقياك .. ابحث عنك..عن عينيك
في الوجود..خلف الوجود..في الوعي
واللاوعي..في الممكن والمستحيل
...
في الحقيقه وخلف الحقيقه
أحبك.. اصبحت سرابا
وتداعى الموج العالي ليصبح ساكنا كالموت
بحثت عنك..عن عينيك في كل الشواطئ
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart
من الأفضل إن تمشى بطء إلى الامام على إن تمشى مسرعاً إلى الخلف .

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There is a sunshine reflection on the sea
There are flowers, butterflies and a bee
And it is the sea gull dancing in front of me
But there is no one in love more than we



If the flowers have dried up and lost Aberha and did not remains of which are the thorns do not forget she gave us a nice fragrance such as roses pleased Love
We do not regret the love I experienced......... Even if it has become the memory of hurt
We do not regret the love I experienced......... Even if it has become the memory of hurt
While I love

Change - while I love - the form of the globe ..

Ways of the world converge on your hands .. And on his hands

Change order of the universe

Breed fish in the sea

The moon travels in the two vessels

Changes formality:

Become trees .. Became wetter ..

Became Black, appointed in Spanish ..

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Made up - when love - the valleys and mountains

Increasing the births of children

Islands are formed in your eyes fabulous ..

And watched the people of the land did not notify the planets in Basel

And more than a living, more than love, more poetic books ..

And God will be happy in his room lunar ..

Preparing - When love - thousands of words

Formed another language ..

Other cities ..

Other nations ..

Rush hours breaths

Sympathetic characters rest .. And pregnant feminization Taat ..

And grows wheat, between the pages

The birds come from your eyes .. And carry news Assaliya

The convoys come from We offer you .. And with Indian herbs

Falling mango fruit .. Burning of forests

Nubian and beat the drums ..