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PURITY

  • Writer: أنور غني الموسوي
    أنور غني الموسوي
  • Oct 5, 2025
  • 1 min read


Because my father planted me with the wheat seeds,

I can see my soul on our watery face.

It is so pale,

melting at noon like a child.

Oh, the purity it holds.

How I miss it.

 
 
 

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