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WINTER

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

Winter is a knife

Cutting my knuckles in cold blood.

It is gray

Just like my dream.

Winter is not kind,

And you can see the sad tears in its pocket.

 
 
 

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