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Your sweetness taught something
I can’t forget
It is sweet memories
Made me color blind
The grape doesn’t worry about seasons
Whatever is in the glass sparkles
There is no unborn faithfulness
My love is like matured wine
The pleasure is a song of the heavy-eyed
Time is a cradle to my love story
Worthless is my beauty to other than your eye
This is why my comforter is the last
I don’t know when the trade market opens
In my sky the stars never disappear
If I am with you why should I go to the mall?
I don’t like the fish to be attracted to my ship
Neither the bird to my branch
Unless they become interest in my journey
This is the only way I have learned
How to love

From Frankfort to Stockholm

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يبيعُ ويشتري الأغرابُ حبّاً
ولم تُبًَع العهودُ ولا الخِلالُ