خَرَجَ الوردُ من حَوْضِهِ لمُلاقاتها،
كانتِ الشَّمسُ عُريانةً
في الخريفِ، سِوَى خَيْطِ غيمٍ على خَصْرها.
هكذا يُولَدُ الحبُّ
في القريةِ التي جئتُ مِنه
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Poetry: Secret Garden
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