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Lebanon
27 Visits
I speak: English
Last login: Wednesday, 07 May 2008 at 9:11 AM | Been here since: Saturday, 02 February 2008 at 4:15 PM
I am here only
For princess
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A rose. Its own fragrance is its home
And the breeze its bed.
Thirst
Is there water anywhere that may quench
The thirst of water.
Image
O, you whose glitter is invisible
O, you pallor that permeates the phases of dusk,
O, you my image
The sky embroiders its own undergarment
With lacework of cloud and wind
And the morn chants its ode to the birds
Tuesday, 12 February 2008 at 11:25 AM