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HERE

  • Writer: أنور غني الموسوي
    أنور غني الموسوي
  • Oct 21, 2025
  • 1 min read


There are no roses here,

for the birds have forgotten their song.

There are no lips here,

 for faces fade like dreams.

The sun is not yellow here,

for smoke stains our cheeks with black tears.

The moon is too pale here,

and the nights are not warm.

 

 

 
 
 

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