عرض مشاركة واحدة
قديم 12-03-2011, 10:10 AM
المشاركة 12
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أديـبة وشـاعرة سـوريـة

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There and on the same corridor the story of the beginning ended . Do you still remember the warmth of my hands and my small fingers and how cold ate them greedily

One day I looked for the moon and I found it in my hands ,then I covered with its shadow and I went to where my heart pulse take me , a captive does not aware of anything only your eyes and my prison in your heart .


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From behind that old tree our dreams seemed for us , our dreams waked up and we all hoped that we will be old one day and those dreams will grow with us, but we grew up and forgot our dreams conversing with our lost shades about the return!!

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