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الخميس، 10 مارس 2011

Her voice

Glowing the way she is used to every night; her gloomy voice flowed graceful just like a river. While the nature is singing around. Stretched in the horizon as a rainbow scattering numerous colors. Shaped into beautiful roses and turning the world out to be a garden. Her voice repeatedly attracted my soul; which fluttered and flied eagerly to be embraced between its arms collapsing in dead silence.

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