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Sep 2019
Her child was downed
Downed to the downed land
His wings were completely destroyed
The hunger animal approached

She screamed, "Help my juvenile!
He was so little
He can't face that awful

His wings were damaged
Oh! My God help him
She looked wide

The birds could not rejoin
They knew who would join
They escaped as the rain

Fallen wide of the kind land
In spite the kind should demand
The mother knew there is no gain

Except pray to his God
As she knew the wild could
Snap him without any tick

So she closed her eyes
Flew wide, wide
While her tears ascended

As the flow of anger and trembled
Water as the man was deliberated
As wild
every one has hope. when that hope is evaporated, man could be fall and lost his aim.
Written by
mohamad taha safan  M/Egypt
(M/Egypt)   
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