وَيَكْتُبُ الْمَطَرُ
عَلَى زُجَاجِ الْمَقْهَى الْحَزِينِ:
« عِرَاقُنَا حَادِي السِّنِينَ،
إِنْ غَابَتِ الشَّمْسُ جُهْدًا،
فَفِي الْقُلُوبِ لَهُ يَقِينٌ !»
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- أُقْنُومُ الحُزْنِ .
A fugitive, even from himself Do you
really think he's coming to you?
