I dream of a Umrah that the road is under my feet , I have an Umrah to leave here all the time, I have a dream, I have a Umrah, I am tired
of this pain, of this regret that I am so busy with my dreams, your presence is the peak of my poetry, I am tired of this pain, of this regret that I am so busy with my dreams, I am tired of this pain, of this regret that I am so busy with my dreams, your presence is the peak of my poetry
, see all these walls. That is between me and my world again, the season of loneliness is always on my hair for a lifetime, waiting for the sadness of today and tomorrow, I only see that day when your hands are in my hands.
