She got what I didn't get
An engraving on my wrist that my skin has torn
Like ants crawling through her fingers
Or a garden studded with hail clouds
And her eyebrow arched from every side
And the nobility of her eyes throws it at my liver
She extended her combs in her palm
He hunted my heart with it from inside the body
Anisa, if the sun saw her, she wouldn't rise
After seeing her one day on someone
I asked her about the connection, she said don't be fooled by us
Whoever seeks to be united with us will die of grief
She said she said
A nice imagination visited me and left
By Allah, describe him, neither more nor less
She said and she said
I left him, even if he died of thirst, and you said
Stop watering it
I asked about myself and was told
She has no breath left, she knocked hand in hand
And it rained pearls of narcissus and watered
And I bit the jujube with hail
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