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Feb 11, 2021 02:59 PM Feb 11, 2021 02:59 PM
The time still peaceful Though I will write another song In your eyes But your eyes are a silky thought That is never touched by words, The lust of early voices, Things that child never drew On papers Your eyes carry the details of tomorrow And what dream, left on a sleeping child Your eyes is most admirable face of death Your eyes … I do not know What thing they are… they disturb the whole So how will I sing? ________________ Translated by Kawther Adnan
الكاتب: فائز يعقوب الحمداني
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