I have the spring in my heart
in the staleness of rain
and in the womb of drought
my soul grew cast
I water the the universe, musk
I have distilled and lived
among the stars
hidden
and clear ones
I am not satisfied with the planets
I have all scenes
and all sights
I bring a dream to those yearning
sadness of losing the moon
and sing the tone at the hidden
and refused all time,
motionless and silent forever
touch the bottom line
I shake under my feelings all poems
aspirations much useless
in my dream circus
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My favourite Algerian song. I sing it all the day fa when I feel nostalgic. I hope you will like it.
http://https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hgz9lxDe2K8
Nice Nick FAAAAAA!
Karenina,
Yes, K, yes
The nest is his desire and could live their forever.
anele,
First and last of all, thank you for the powerful push.
My dear friend, it requires only one thing, when you want to write, write without living on earth,
always put yourself with your best dream you want to have then write.
Miss.Sara,
OK, as you wish, dear friend
Not mood of the birds, my friend,
I was feeling like a bird flying all over.
Nice feeling.
Nadira Moosin Asad,
Thank you for your sensitive words.
sensitive words of feelings
Miss.Sara.
Thank you
It was written just 10 minute before publishing, I write my words spontaneously, I was in a mood of feeling like a bird.