In my belief
Love is the spiritual beam,
The beautiful dream
The lovely tune of pure, unending stream,
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Oh, Dream…
Nothing is true, or to say for sure;
Yet, I can dream no more.
Although reality I abhor;
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Weird is the sight,
It stands upright,
Holding the knife with something
Which were hands,
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I wonder whether you'll read this or not,
I once told you the whole plot
Of love, waiting and yearning
And a life has been lost.
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I remember thee
In every corner of my years,
I remember thee
In the light of my smiles
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تمردتُ على الموتِ,
واسمعتُ الأنامَ
من صدى همسي
تمردتُ على الأوطانِ
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No tear to shed,
I feel so dry,
My soul is numbed,
No birds…no sky.
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While a process is being made,
Of decorating, and uttering proper words;
Thousands and thousands of words left unsaid...
The letters disintegrated,
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Can you draw her?
A princess comes out of dreams,
With her angelic face,
Her golden locks and colorful laces;
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My country is changing for new
Everything is modern in saturation and hue
Red and black for blood and blow
Guns are the new-children-game instead of seesaw
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