By Mohammad Yousef
In the heart of the urban tapestry,
where concrete dreams pulse and thrum,
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By Mohammad A. Yousef
In the soft glow of morning light,
they dance like whispers,
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By Mohammad A.Yousef
In the pages where laughter meets the road,
Mark Twain, a traveler with a curious heart,
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We dance for laughter, a joyous sound
That lifts our spirits off the ground
With smiles on our faces, we twirl and spin
In this moment, our troubles thin
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Sixty years of whispers,
echoes of laughter dancing in the hallways
of my mind,
where memories flutter like moths to a flame—
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My body, remember—
the laughter of youth,
the rush of mornings,
the thrill of untraveled paths,
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In the cradle of ancient whispers,
where the Aegean sighs and the sun spills gold,
Troy stands, a mosaic of dreams and ash,
its walls crumbled yet unyielding,
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In the cradle of a forgotten sea,
where the sun dips low,
casting golden whispers upon ancient stones,
Ugarit rises,
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In the stillness of the afternoon,
where shadows stretch long like whispers,
the air thickens with an unspoken dread,
and I find myself,
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