Wait Sculpts it:
- NEGRO washed cloud.
Space
Not aware of spiders
Of Qamatha..
The secret of water flow,
Bslal tales.
The fruit, savor a kiss..
Profiles: Maps calendars..
As for death, there is a time for greening.
Years of the shadows
No lingering faces
Along Qamtha
Heartbeat..
To unity.. Flavor Delicious..
The darkness of some degree of emptiness
Light is..
A moment of haunting,
Thus Serha wait.
To come...
How many tears shed!
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No one from the book prematurely released by the University of Basra - Iraq in 1998
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