Poems of unrequited love

Toufiq

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With your hands down in the twilight, I saw the light coming into the evening, so you were soaked in the rain.
It is different from the fact that your body has the sweet smell of rain water.
At the invitation of the rainbow, the yellow butterfly matched the fan dew at the time it was frozen, in this city of night, though you have under one of my skies, but today I am lost in the darkness between the two.
If dreams are like this, then what is the harm?
 
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