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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In the quiet of dawn,
she rises,
the light dances across her skin,
a canvas of stories told
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In the quiet hush of dawn,
when shadows linger and whispers fade,
I find myself, a phoenix,
cradled in the ashes of yesterday—
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In the cradle of ancient whispers,
where the Euphrates flows like a memory,
and the sun kisses the earth with golden warmth,
there lies a land woven with the threads of time,
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In the heart of the Levant,
where the sun kisses ancient stones,
a tapestry woven with threads of time,
I find the Syria I love.
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If... (Excuse Me, Kipling)
If the winds of fortune should dance in your favor,
and the stars align in a perfect celestial waltz,
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In your arms, I find my safe haven,
A place where all my fears are craven.
Your embrace is like a warm blanket,
Protecting me from the world's racket.
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The Battle of Khayber: An Untold Tale of Imam Ali
In the golden sands of Khayber,
where the sun kissed the earth with fervent heat,
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