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May 2019
My soul comes from wide
My soul talks so light
My soul appears so light
She becomes having no tide
She finally releases her weight

My body asks for height
The demands of his wants become wide
He suffers from hunger and thirst
But he becomes as the knight
Who faces dangerous from any side
He might be killed
That is right


And does not surrender his greed easily
The soul visits angels
Showing how is her appearance
The world makes new harmony
Sharing the soul's happiness
the fast month comes with suffers and gets unusual happits but the boby ans soul becomes  right
Written by
mohamad taha safan  M/Egypt
(M/Egypt)   
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