My thoughts are good neighbors to Those grains of sands, To those spikes of grain, To that pretty Dubai, To the poor people anywhere and everywhere, To the Patos Orchard, To any poem I dedicated to my loved ones, To Gaza, To Al-Aqsa Mosque, To Yaser Nadeem Sari and his poems, To my daughter, To my poem itself, To the blue sea, To that Rock Of Suicide, and To all those who came greatly or wonderfully In my whole poem... More or less, I choose the good side only in my life Just to be a good friend and a pretty companion To all people and to all things Mentioned in the lines of my poems... ____________________________________________________________________
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