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Jun 2020
during my wait
there is a question
from heart
my heart

no it does not
belongs to one
you know

i know
the first steal happens
immediately at once
stealing occurs

it could go
i got happiness
my eyes sees blossoms

open every pulse
doing by my heart
sorry, it becomes your heart

so it feared
who belongs to that cute
beΒ Β worry to be dismissed
the time goes good when your smile attends and my heart shows your face
Written by
mohamad taha safan  M/Egypt
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