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the harvest of my thoughts...: October 2009
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The harvest of my thoughts. Thursday, October 8, 2009. Another reply to . "الفتى الذي نسي اسمه". كم من روايات كانت أذاني لها صاغيه. كم من روايات كانت عيوني لها دامعه. و كم من روايات كان عقلي لها خازنه. و لكن لقصتك ترجمةً خاصه, شدة من انتباهي. بين معانيها أخذت تسبح في عمقها أفكاري. أهي قصتك, أم قصةُ جميع من حولي.؟ أم قصتي التي تناسيتُ أيامها ,فنستني.؟ أم قصةُ الفتى الذي نسي اسمه.؟ أم هو الذي تناست الأيام ذكرى اسمه.؟ كم من روايات كان احساسي لها مرهفه. كم من روايات كان لساني لها راويه. عشت بين حيرة الحروفي.
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the harvest of my thoughts...: Silently...
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The harvest of my thoughts. Friday, May 2, 2008. Gazing in thin air. Allowing the wind to tickle her hair. She hugs herself, for no one is there. And for herself she cares. Gazing in empty space. With a smile so sweet drawn on her face. She tells a secret that's blown away with no trace. And she seems to understand life's hard case. Gazing, for the moment is true. Thinking of life, knowing what to do. Gazing, for the feeling is right. All alone, until day met night. Pleasntly, not a soul to interfere.
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the harvest of my thoughts...: April 2008
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The harvest of my thoughts. Friday, April 25, 2008. If today if tomorrow. If today, if tomorrow. I were to lay in endless sorrow. I can't hold my tears back forever. And in my soul, my pain stops never. A burning flame deep in my heart. There is no end and no start. The sky colored so blue. Everything around me is true. The pain and tears, that surrond me. Holding me back, not letting me be. I wish happiness was something i could borrow. If today, if tomorrow. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Me, Myself and I.
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the harvest of my thoughts...: August 2008
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The harvest of my thoughts. Thursday, August 21, 2008. Only by the sea. I'll cry for you. But don't cry for me,. Let's take a walk. But only by the sea,. I'll be there for you. But don't be there for me,. I'll rely on you. And you can rely on me,. That's because i trust you. And i wish you'll understand,. That if you weren't here for me. My life get's out of hand. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Only by the sea. Me, Myself and I. Salamمخرج لا يفضي الى الخارج.
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the harvest of my thoughts...: May 2008
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The harvest of my thoughts. Friday, May 2, 2008. Gazing in thin air. Allowing the wind to tickle her hair. She hugs herself, for no one is there. And for herself she cares. Gazing in empty space. With a smile so sweet drawn on her face. She tells a secret that's blown away with no trace. And she seems to understand life's hard case. Gazing, for the moment is true. Thinking of life, knowing what to do. Gazing, for the feeling is right. All alone, until day met night. Pleasntly, not a soul to interfere.
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the harvest of my thoughts...: Only by the sea...
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The harvest of my thoughts. Thursday, August 21, 2008. Only by the sea. I'll cry for you. But don't cry for me,. Let's take a walk. But only by the sea,. I'll be there for you. But don't be there for me,. I'll rely on you. And you can rely on me,. That's because i trust you. And i wish you'll understand,. That if you weren't here for me. My life get's out of hand. Ohhhhhhhh great, do u know that i love poems so much either in Arabic or English, and sometimes i do write poetry too,. Keep writing, good luck.
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the harvest of my thoughts...: a reply to a friend's poem... " a boy who forgot his name"
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The harvest of my thoughts. Wednesday, October 7, 2009. A reply to a friend's poem. " a boy who forgot his name". غدا سأذكر قصتك.عن فتى نسي اسمه. حين تجيب له الأيام عن أموره و تصرف عنه الحيره. حين تُروى لي ملايين المرات من قبل. و ساصدقك بأن ليس لها مثيل. حين تُروى لي أنه قد عثر على روحه. التي كانت تُزاحم الأرواح وهي تبحث عن ذاتها. حين تُروى لي عن همسة سُمِعت.بأذانِ قلبٍ صادق. حين تُروى لي, وكألاف القصصِ الفريده من قبلها, ما يتعجب السامع من روايتِها. سأذكرها, فستبقى ذكراها على مر الدهور. 1567; . . I read ...
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the harvest of my thoughts...: If today if tomorrow....
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The harvest of my thoughts. Friday, April 25, 2008. If today if tomorrow. If today, if tomorrow. I were to lay in endless sorrow. I can't hold my tears back forever. And in my soul, my pain stops never. A burning flame deep in my heart. There is no end and no start. The sky colored so blue. Everything around me is true. The pain and tears, that surrond me. Holding me back, not letting me be. I wish happiness was something i could borrow. If today, if tomorrow. I like it it's nice. May 17, 2008 at 6:47 AM.
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the harvest of my thoughts...: another reply to ... "الفتى الذي نسي اسمه"
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The harvest of my thoughts. Thursday, October 8, 2009. Another reply to . "الفتى الذي نسي اسمه". كم من روايات كانت أذاني لها صاغيه. كم من روايات كانت عيوني لها دامعه. و كم من روايات كان عقلي لها خازنه. و لكن لقصتك ترجمةً خاصه, شدة من انتباهي. بين معانيها أخذت تسبح في عمقها أفكاري. أهي قصتك, أم قصةُ جميع من حولي.؟ أم قصتي التي تناسيتُ أيامها ,فنستني.؟ أم قصةُ الفتى الذي نسي اسمه.؟ أم هو الذي تناست الأيام ذكرى اسمه.؟ كم من روايات كان احساسي لها مرهفه. كم من روايات كان لساني لها راويه. عشت بين حيرة الحروفي.
