Hawwa flower

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It was with Hawa flowers

And she was

All the prairies are tourists with spring

And she was

All the morning tweets floating in the breeze

It was a childhood of innocence, breastfeeding Chrysanthemum breast

She became

Young people's songs

And it became

There is astonishment in their eyes

she was And then it happened And then she went on

Weaving poems from golden nuggets

On the platforms of my heart she stood

And she stopped

She said a prose of perfumes

Her logic was silky

she It was the breeze of Najd, then it turned into Jasmine

It was and still is my homeland

She is loved by all people

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https://aqelayash.blogspot.com/2019/08/blog-post_24.html

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