nada hassib - Homeless

On a foggy night, A man sat and turned his torn light of woe,
screamed the man with tearful eyes

''why am I a tree that continues to crouch instead of continuing to grow''

continued the man to cry and wipe
until he fell to his sleep
suddenly saw a sweet home in his heart deep but to his fortune only real in his sleep

after all, what's a man without a home
he will forever be unknown

nada hassib

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