Wooden mats...
Wind...
And full of bright spots...
Noon,
I'll watch you eating lunch
I'll get you lemon juice...
In the garden,
I've planted Rose flowers
for ØÛŒØ§Ø©ðŸŒ¸
Sunshine...
Green leaves...
And the shining of a color...
I sewed my child's dress...
Your body dancing...
your body has the swallows...
And grapes...
You have not drunk milk
from my *******...
and your balloons
remain in my childhood...
In the spring,
the femininity of my womb,
full of apple blossoms
and زهر الربیع *
Its cranes flying
To your palm trees...
And my ears are in the sky...
زهرالربیع = primrose flowers
Chinese flute = The song I play for him every night