MOHAMMAD SKATI Poems

The evergreen myrtles spread On the corners and in the pretty Rocks hugging the rising sunbeams. Their pretty shape dwells in my Heart and in my mind for ever. Nature's pretty myrtles grow in The pretty rocks wonderfully. I go over there to pick some
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I love the silent's silence, I love the words that can not express themselves, I love to walk in the tunnel of darkness, I love to be by myself on a crossroad, I love to have a house on the top of a mountain, I love to be a pretty candle, I love to ride a passing cloud, I love to be always an immigrant to the unknown, I love to find
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My nice dad raised me good, He gave me a pretty life, He taught me how to be in life, He gave me a father's love, He worked hard for me, He led me to the straight path, He made me a real man, and He fed me up with knowledge. My dad did his best.
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My pretty freedom Is better than anything On earth.
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