يلوموني على حرف ٍ بكى وهي دعوة
اوراقي
صليت على رمل الضما واستسقي
الغيمه
هلت مزونه من حنين يا جفن هات
وش باقي
ماعاد احتاجك حبر والوجه طالبك
شيمه
كان الخطا جرت قلم ,,, لكن كان
الالم راقي
كانت هواجيس الطريق ,اوصل بها
ارفاف خيمه
في ليلها , كانت تسولف لي , وكانت
لي ارواقي
وكنت استظل بفيها ,,,,,,ريح
وعشق ديمه
واليوم القاني ضياع ,, حلمٍ, من
غفلته فاقي
ورجع يكتب لي قصتي لعمر ماعاد
له قيمه
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They blame me for a letter that made me cry, and it's calling my papers
I prayed on the thirsty sand and asked for the cloud to provide water
Clouds of nostalgia poured out, oh eyelid, give me what's left
I no longer need you ink, and your face asks for your forgiveness
The mistake was the journey of a pen,,, but the pain was sublime
They were the obsessions of the road, attaching them to the shelves of a tent
At night, she would talk to me, and she would be my companion
And I used to seek shade in it,,,,,, wind and the love of its cloud
And today is a lost day, a dream, whoever neglects it will wake up
He returned to writing my story for me for a lifetime that no longer had any value
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