yasser al-kubaisy
Shirt ripped ...!
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Here we are ... Where?
And the world where ..? !!
Here they are buried all my years
Here they are imprisoned me ...
Oh national still slaughtered, but Mesopotamia .. !!
It has become as an April Fool, Aasrha clouds ..
Piercing pain in the ears ..! While drawn censure hands Path
Suspended ornamental earrings
And the nation fall asleep stamping
Dates and distributed us ...!
Milk and distributed us...!
We distributed the types of characters in a national ...... without points!
Sigh appointed
Sigh eye lines cry words
Bailer kill her spirit of falsity, and gestures
It hung thirst to erase homeland steps
Death became a promise closest to walk on the roads these are filled with the children of imagination. !! And the Earth's lips. !!
The city of my age has withered and collapsed in the homeland of Mesopotamia
Sweating pens shame in Bridge (Bzabz) ..
On the day of resurrection - Kenzoha -,
Pay swarms Qtah, from where, to where .. !!
Oh national younger, oh my Where (( To you )) .. ?? !!
And the tears of the bereaved alleys watered with tears of her childhood, from the dawn of my pain
Oh my age and town of my youth .. oh dream of my youth and spared
Cry Msagdk thirsty ..
Cry shops Aiyone .. makes you cry Eternity
Oh dreams of a national take me hours ...
And step toward an artery, tired and intellectual madcap
Dimension separates us as a body, and the heart ( trapped )
A strand of your hair and the sound waves intensified
Wrinkled face of the islands coast after the tide ..!
Or those shells swim in the veins of longing pregnant, without reproach
Home home mirage mirage ...
You may have your shirt unity and loved ones get away
And we'll get locked up, and Ajaaaav come, and grow old crow
I complain to you what my hands in praise. From behind the door
You complain conflicting thoughts .... but I’m two :
One has prayed and tahajjud in your altar ...........
And the other had heard words
Without ears ....
