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FIELDS

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


Our fields aren’t tenderhearted,

They are gloomy

Where the bean swings over its grass

 As sad brides.

 
 
 

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