There is never new and there is nothing see old
The sky Of Tunisia, easily I can fold and unfold
In a notch of eye sight like magnificent light
Yes, Sometimes a day and many times in night
leaves are waved and stars a glowing in dark
They has given me absolute and divenly spark
Everything looks delighted as an eternal ray
Tunisia, my faith is stronger then previous day
What a dream, a poet can see you almost free
Can see the Monastir, a capital of world poetry
I do feel pleasure in a beach at wonder sunset
You are my Mediterranean sea is really great
Smell of silence are spreaded from the south
Sahara ! travellers way, dessert of thirsty mouth
No water, Dust is whiffed that freedom of ridge
Tunisia ! A soft sister of Egyptian Sandy breeze
Douz, a town at Sahara's edge for camel ride
Which is kept Romans gallery, nothing to hide
Serene cloud on top witnessed of Arab Spring
Men of Tunis proved by revolution none is king
Oh my sister ! I salute you for full of orbed glory
An amazing love of solitary, a successful lorry
At the time of grim sand storm whirled a while
In obscure can move with poem mile after mile
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
There is never new and there is nothing see old
The sky Of Tunisia, easily I can fold and unfold
In a notch of eye sight like magnificent light
Yes, Sometimes a day and many times in night
leaves are waved and stars a glowing in dark
They has given me absolute and divenly spark
Everything looks delighted as an eternal ray
Tunisia, my faith is stronger then previous day
What a dream, a poet can see you almost free
Can see the Monastir, a capital of world poetry
I do feel pleasure in a beach at wonder sunset
You are my Mediterranean sea is really great
Smell of silence are spreaded from the south
Sahara ! travellers way, dessert of thirsty mouth
No water, Dust is whiffed that freedom of ridge
Tunisia ! A soft sister of Egyptian Sandy breeze
Douz, a town at Sahara's edge for camel ride
Which is kept Romans gallery, nothing to hide
Serene cloud on top witnessed of Arab Spring
Men of Tunis proved by revolution none is king
Oh my sister ! I salute you for full of orbed glory
An amazing love of solitary, a successful lorry
At the time of grim sand storm whirled a while
In obscure can move with poem mile after mile
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