From inside me


I wrote poetry in my foot
I am scattered with my hope
I will explore the science of the day with hope and longitude
It is not a hobby that prevents me from being an extremist
I am the Arab and the one who boasts in front of me
I am the sea and the old hope and hope
I am an honor, I am a man, and no one else knows me
The house was scattered with speeches and sea by ships
I wrote the night in my darkness, and the sea in it called me
You have a sea of ​​prose Arabic and all my hop
So how does the sea involve scattering and howling like a dog looking for meat

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