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CLOUDS

  • Writer: أنور غني الموسوي
    أنور غني الموسوي
  • Oct 7, 2025
  • 1 min read


Look at my clouds.

They are dry and weeping.

Because their dreams were stolen.

And now it calls for the autumn winds

To fill their emptiness.

 
 
 

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