The Profe Poem by fofo Abuallan

The Profe



We run again o n the beach sand
holding the happieness in our hands
Waiting the moon to sleep... the stars to hide... to see the love side

to prove that th sky is blue and the oceans white
but i just proved that i can live with out my heart!

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