I reached the strangeness of the rain from the sound of your crying , I saw that your eyes are the same color as a garden, in the sunset of autumn , like me, full of an old pain, with you, the
smell of kagel and soil , the fragrance of the alley, the damp garden, comes alive with you, the smell of dust and rain , the perfume of an old rose, you come alive
like a small town, I still make memories for me, I still remember the innocent qibla, your need is like the memory of my game.In the alleys of the earthy followers , I am still dear to me, and the purity of
your eyes is the continuation of the sunset, the sunset of the tired city, I refreshed the old ones in your eyes, you are like a passing bridge, the dawn of distant peaks, like a flower, the lover of dew and light,
with you, the smell of kagel and soil , the fragrance of the damp garden alley,
comes alive with you, the smell of dust and rain , the fragrance of an old rose, your voice comes alive
, the sound of playing in the dusty alleys.The moment of running and the fear of escaping , the story of yesterdays happiness, in my eyes, is like a mirage for me, the interpretation of a dream for me.
