when poems,
burnt by poems
and lines remain...
wordless
i know...
july has written
a crimson word
called...
syria
Crimson turn Red and Red turn blue toward December everything change the hue..And Syria too... :) wish all the best for Syria_Unwritten SOul
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أتمنى كل الخير لهذا البلد وأرجو الله أن يحميها من كل من يريد بها سوءً