Hamza Loucif Poems

The tone of the life so sincere, when you see the white cloud scatter in fear, to walk through float of the tear, a valuable tear that remedy the might tree, the sea is blue but seems white when the cloud strew, all what have been is just a clumsy screen, the one who inherit the cloud's stream which crossing the whole atmosphere....wondering what's seems so clear, sealing the shore inside the heart to fill the hole of the cloud soul
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