Muhammad Shakour Algnash Biography

I would believe my own eyes
Lamenting alone away of all
Why precious with all kindred tries
Ensue that let me sour fall
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The glass reflects your beauty through the sky
Without you, the land is dry
Let the people see your smile and die
Otherwise, they should cry
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Dear let me look at your eyes
They are like a brightening stars
Looking at them make me fly high
We should live in a golden bar
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By what I begin or what I close my write
Calm mind, but the heart beats as it is all harm
Like sparrows you fly catching thee not right
As we behold the waves wavering it is so charm
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Adieu, my precious house and courageous Mayadeen
Day-by-day you scored a marvelous amazing victory
I played and rambled in you routes since teen
It is all down written with bold and outline in history
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