billel ferkous Poems

i dont know but..someone tell me that, age is just a number
well the number are for infinty and my age one day need to end
not need to end like inevitebal noo...end like its our right
to take rest like a vacation from work..real one...send the soul free
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I will write you my story in lines
My be you can load on me my paper
the story of tired and broken heart
The story of the burning way beck
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Sometimes we have to take paths...a different road
or may be stay wherever we are...just change the side
faraway it doesn't mean far like a sun or moon
and even the word close not like the breath in the lung
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