The conquerer of the capital of her virginity. :-

[عبداللطيف أحمد فؤاد]

The imotional historic crime :-
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When she found the conquerer the capital of her virginity.
And he is the main reasons of running her River tears quickly.

He left her alone in center of the storms of life.
She hurries to his old arms.
She remembered her hot nights.
She remembered her dead Paradise.

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The new love became a steam and clear to the History.
The love takes off his clothes and swims in the seas of sadness and poverty.

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Her weak love is like the mountains of ice.
The mountains face the heat of Summer rays.
Love mountains of ice disappear.
The desert of emotions drinks day after day and year after year.
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Love judges say her only one word.
The father of your child is so cruel and hard.
And your heart tastes happiness with the poet of the world.
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The Egyptian poet heart is the palace of kindness as the Christ told.

I am the protector of the hearts and King David told.
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I am the sun, the moon and lion of your inner world.
I am the rain,, the man, the air, the door, the car, the shore of your joy.
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I am the wave, the dove, the cave, the brave, the pilot of your heart plane.

Run or fly to hospital where he lays there.
Kiss him before the world there and here.
The ancient kingdoms of love put you in the black love list in an hour.
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The owners of Noble prize will write on me novels to immortal the greatest love disaster.

The Banks of pleasure will lend me some fun and smiles
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The trains of joy will stop before my farm.
And the doctors of Paradises visit me in city of Sharm.

Three angeles carry my heart to the space on white wings.
The satellites of Russia and Uk watch and send my videos through Facebook and Telegrams.
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Your imotional crime became the matter and material of the world public opinion.

The programs of South America make meetings on the death of my young love.
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The TV reports of Australia and the journalists write essays and stories on sad black love.

From old Egyptians tombs, millions of peoples c
get out to offer my heart help.

From forests of South Africa, the tigers of love offer help.
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All the kings visit me with million sweet girls to choose one .
I see their green eyes and sweetness and I have no desire to have fun.

And production of fruits of poetry is my aim since Egyptian King Farouk the son.
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Written by Abdellatif A. Fouad.
January 11,2023