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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Khaled Assad and Palmyra: A Love Story
In the heart of the Syrian desert,
where the sun kisses the stones of ancient ruins,
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In the shadows of the years,
hard times linger,
like a stubborn fog,
clinging to the breath of morning,
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In the quiet dawn,
where shadows stretch and yawn,
Kindness stirs, a whispering breeze,
of soul and spirit,
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Your breasts are two sparrows,
fluttering softly in the early dawn,
nestled against the warmth of cotton sheets,
gentle reminders of life, of stories untold.
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In the shadowed halls where whispers linger,
beneath the polished veneer of democracy,
the air thickens with the scent of ambition,
a murky brew of promises and deceit,
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In the quiet sanctuary of morning light,
Maya stands behind the transparent misty curtain,
a soft veil between the world and her intimate ritual.
The air is thick with steam,
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I was running in the almond forest,
where sunlight danced through branches,
and the earth whispered secrets to my feet.
When he said about me, mother,
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