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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 🌺☁️
There is a light of a different kind
In darkness, lit blue lights
A vision it takes to see
The visible through fleeting lights

Alone in groups they stay
Calm and conversant
Ever chanting, rhythmic voices low
Reverberant and slow

Breathless under the unrelenting sea
Through darkness one sees
The pathways in twilight
To Allay and alleviate
Woke to the crimson sky
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