Tired of the trouble to leave- بقلم عدنان عضيبات

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Tired of the trouble to leave

And tired clear the lacrimal
Stupid stupid ... and my legs are my step
You have become monopolized between myself and my tears Ootai
Screamed from the time I became a search for memories of yesterday, when my smile

When the search for self and my memories Aaagd a path which only contains the insatiable when tired
Tired of my forehead sweat and groans
Such as farmer perspiring brow and unquenchable stories in the food his family
This is me and this is my forehead every line in
Thousands of stories
Am I happy and contradictory? ... Why grief is the only contextual
The closer to the happiness rushed in front of me
The more stressed my step
Increased pace
The closer to them I find my shoes and my feet could puncture Aodjatna stones and thorns in the road
But enough for the pangs of needles, which is printed on the forehead
The groans enough for Nfettha on the forehead of my way
The ... The ... The
Even Qoamesa become hate speech .. The
Even if I was a tax for the lust of this world
Is not that the tax Tnkhvz
Or is it all my life, my happiness, but on the rise
Always in the spin ...
The greater the lack of life ... and my happiness as I got closer I run away
That pleasure as when the flowers to dry out and lose Atertoa Aberha
Even if I sat days I'm trying to gather my memories of you with love
Atzll everything in front of me
Kallouhh However, the artist painted Ivgah art thing
The more I tried to collect Dvatra
I see a black dim, but that lacks the Hamaqati and Tfahati
Which is now does not mean it's only me follies
Missed in my youth
And they said ... but I wish young people back days
And laugh at saying this ... and I tell
But if young people know it ... to Maflna Rmana in the arms of our mothers a lot of gray hair
And always come out on the course crafts!!!
They said ... Croaking of time and the defect in us .. and Malzmanna defect Swana
And tell me ...
We all sin and shame in us .. and not to Lutfuzzaman Rmana
Time and our money is Ntekz it ... and changed the forks of the time
The more wound say a time ... The wound on the tongue is so and so time
And go back to my forehead and above my forehead ... December ... The more advanced a more
Waving me over my forehead
March .. Snow White and weigh the forehead ...
And the rest of my life a little happiness
Either you Taatrithi a little ... Began to bend my forehead
Broken crutch and boot pierced ... and still have the rest of the stones


Adnan Odibat
Pen and all my pain


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Very beautiful words Mr. Adnan
, A poem of the most beautiful lines of poetry

All due respect
My brother and Dear Adamin
Thank you for your password