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لو تدرون

لو تدرون
لو تدرون وما عرفتم
شوقاً
خلدثه الأيام
وصوتٌ
كتمه البحر والولهان
يبحث عنه
في كل زاوية في الأردض
في كل مكان

بين صفحات الأحلام
يتركلي
رسالة
صطورها ذهب
وعطرٌ
وعطرٌ
وعطر ألياسمين
يبوح
يبوح
يبوح باسمه
.....


L:-
If you know
if you know, but you never will
a yearning
immortalized by the days
and a voice
swallowed by the sea
and the mad in love
searches for it
Everywhere

In between the pages of dreams
he leaves
me
a letter
its lines made of gold
and the smell of jasmine
reveals
his name
.....

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