Color before color \ aiad al khayat

Color before color
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O soul of my ears for some night is dripping
And the ear bleeds before the eye,
She felt faint as if she were my lips
and the ear bleed before the mouth of the sun
Love is respectful and passion is hardworking
without fear of palm, have you eased sometimes?
The ear was dismissed because the eye was hard or the eye said that the ear is corrupt
Or did the ear say that the age is scattered
or the eye said that the ear is malevolent
I sang in her soul, I did not hide my melody
and the soul takes grief after death
Please, I did not hide the times
Her spirits betrayed the mugs to us
Please Madam, there is no stage
Her faint aches aches
O poetry of the prose to some expatriate criticism . And prose bleeds before the hair tons
Oh prose poetry of some of the criticism reduced And poetry pre-prose before the sorrow
O criticism of my poetry and the prose of my own color
And criticism criticizes color before color