Lets stope talking about me
its became kind of history
iam like abutterfly but in the groove so she can't fly
theirs poeple are dieng
and people are playing
people are lying and poeple are crying and crying
on the cold floor
army of lovers(fofo akram Abuallan)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice beautiful and good start my dear fofo.... you express your feelings as well.. yours hazem