My pretty heart is thinner than the Cigarettes' paper, Purer than the white snow, and The best of all hearts, My chest is wide because it contains my Heart, My pretty heart is a place for the whole World with its love and with its honesty, My warm heart is a place of love, In a word, My heart is not like any other heart Because I own this heart and I know my heart well... People know my heart, Days and everything around me Got targeted my pretty heart with these Cruel arrows to down it, but It's still working its work... Days are crueler than the stone, Everything has targeted my poor heart, I don't know why! It's life that does not let you, people, and Days too... My heart is still pulsing up, It's still the same Whatever the pains and arrows might be, It will remain the symbol of love, purity, And clarity, .............. It's my heart. _____________________________________________
MOHAMMAD SKATI
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