I have shelter
I have a road
Between the heaven
Between my home
Lightened with glittery stars
Every second I watch and i admire
For the beauty of my home
It's blessed in spite of the wars
And it's love is running through my blood
I have a home between the haven and my soul
It's called Syria
And its love is more precious than silver and gold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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