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WHEN YOU ARE GONE

  • Writer: أنور غني الموسوي
    أنور غني الموسوي
  • Oct 20, 2025
  • 1 min read

 

When you're gone, my heart becomes a thirsty desert,

And my memories a broken mirror.

When you're gone, my life withers,

And my face becomes colorless.

When you're gone, my voice becomes as faint as a shadow,

And the garments of my dreams are short.

When you're gone, I know no happiness,

Nor anything about love or poetry.

 
 
 

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