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WE STILL

  • Writer: أنور غني الموسوي
    أنور غني الموسوي
  • Oct 14, 2025
  • 1 min read

We still hide behind illusions,

Like flowers thrown in the streets.

We still have no face,

Alone in the cold tales of the night.

We still just sand,

Sitting on the hill, singing old songs.

We still gray bodies that know no sun

Growing in the heart of the desert,

With salty souls.

 
 
 

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