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Oct 2022
Despite everything the birds said to the trees all the time it was warm, they left them in the touch of cold...
The breeze that touched my face now was a little warm, I think it passed from you first...

رغم كلّ ما قالته العصافير للأشجارِ طوال الوقت الدافئ، هجرتْها في مسِّ البرد...
الهواء الذي لامس وجهي الآن كان فيه بعضٌ من الدفء، أظن أنه مرّ عليك أولًا...
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يوما _ سماك 🌺☁️
The Sick Red Carnation
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The Sick Red Carnation  27/F/Iran
(27/F/Iran)   
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