حوار الخيمة العربية

Failure World Cup:-
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Step by step, I burn the roots of your love from the soil of my heart.
Because our emotions tree are so weak, ill and short.

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Because you live in a flat and I live in a hut.
Because I live in the village and you live in the eyes of the waves of the moon.

3

Because your attention is poor and your body is far.
Because I have a blind donkey and you have the most expensive car.

4

Because there is a hell in my chest and a mountain of ice in the square of your heart.

5
This young weak green love is being killed.
The killer is the ignorance of your head and hand.

6

The poor love is crying in the hospital.
Death is near and the grave is terrible.

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So you can listen to sad black music.
And no ray of happiness or Oxygen of magic.
8

I return to the birds of my field.
I am face to face with nature in my homeland.