Not me.
The old countries wear our poems and walk
The modern civilization wears my lines and walk
The wives of the ministries wear my letters and walk
Om Kulthom is wearing my poetry and can talk
Kasem Elsaher wears my first poem and can fly
He and his wife sing to our beauty and swear
Our happiness is very amazing and drear
sorry
نور الأدب (تعليقات الفيسبوك)
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