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I pass by Aleppo with the orchards – the poet Al-Buhtari
I pass by the orchards of Aleppo, easy view, and live the afghans And say to Dahman, if you face him, You...
That Irtijaz with nostalgia for thunder – the poet Al-Buhtari
shivering with longing thunder, tail dredge, true promise lacrimal, unfounded, It has a breeze like a rose A roar like a lion's roar, And...
How many nights have bells and galleries – Poet al-Buhturi
How many nights with bells and arcades Kalim throws waves on waves Falzo and the auspicious josq meet me Cognitive Secretly, my secret...
