تويت
Your childish soul
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Your smile as the sea wave
And I the one who travels by
The moon sends me his cave
Asks me to travel again
Beyond those green eyes
My age went as a train
By the candor soul
! let me rise ! Let me rise
As a lovely day let sorrow be naive
Songs of the strain
Dreaming with spring's shy
All colorful birds dance and tries
To build new home
Within your childish soul
Ghada Qwaider]