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CHILD OF WAR

  • Writer: أنور غني الموسوي
    أنور غني الموسوي
  • Oct 4, 2025
  • 1 min read

 

I am a child of war;

My heart is a dry desert

And my memory is kneaded with its cruelty

My life is postponed

And I know nothing of love and beauty.

I know nothing but death and smoke.

 
 
 

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