عرض مشاركة واحدة
قديم 11-18-2011, 11:35 PM
المشاركة 11
غادة قويدر
أديـبة وشـاعرة سـوريـة

اوسمتي

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افتراضي

For you my beloved
The morning becoms more beautiful

And the sun shines every day
The joy of birds change fields
And butterflies sipping floral fragrance
Breeze gets sick

as the sickness in your eyes
All birds of love in my chest will remain
Where is your home
Let mornings such as

Without inquiry
What killed love
Only in-depth question

G .k