Alaa ... Biography

Like a strawberry you are always red
Like a pink flower when you blush
I felt your heart as my bed
And your hands my paint brush
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a new morning has come
with a golden sun and a rose
last night has gone
and old pages closed
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A part of me

Why does it always
have to happen to me
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missing someone
i don’t yet know
feeling the pleasure
of pure peacefulness
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why didn't you reply
when i sent you a message
maybe you haven't seen it
or you don't have credit
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