Leitmotif
Ghassan was; almost is
An unknown in my head…
Thankful am to Louay…
He spoke high of him…
This candle made me moth
I flew to window…
As she said in writing!
I saw Che and Wagner
Saw Germans, Forster
Story, Howard's End
And became a weight in Olympics
Champion holds me tight as sling
And I go straight to cross the circle!
In clouds
I am lost
What a joy…!
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