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NOW

  • Writer: أنور غني الموسوي
    أنور غني الموسوي
  • Oct 27, 2025
  • 1 min read

Now,

All I see are our dry leaves.

Now,

Know that we are in a time of thirst,

And your heart is faint as an illusion.

Now,

Hope hides like a wakefulness in the darkness.

My heart is a city of sadness.

Now,

Our birds are colorless,

And the flowers of love are just stories of tears.

 
 
 

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