I was and am still of the land of the prophets
Old vow
He hides him a piece of thunder lightning in space
Traveled to the remote
His dream of leaving behind those hills
In units of wine memories wine cup to toast a new peace
A strong poem with a clear picture in the background. Loved it Sir.
Thank you Medhat! :) Your poem is a pure beautiful vision, everlasting expression.. Peace! Love and Light
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I would like to translate this poem
You belong to the cherished land of prophets and dream of peace is your sacred right. A nice poem