Colorful Evenings
- أنور غني الموسوي

- Sep 30, 2025
- 1 min read
Our dreams have colorful evenings refreshing the hearts of girls. We loved their whispers, and we always live on their stories as legendary heroes. We, like blind trees, see nothing of their laugh, and as stifling ashes, we know nothing about its breezes. All we are good at is a failed attempt at a bitter life, and a constant breath to capture the remnants of this vast world.
2017




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