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Money

Money is the soul to reach a goal
It is the tool to play a role
But if you're miser or a poor
No way to live happy and cool

Luck is the wing across future
but work is the core of the creature
To be strong even no wing
Keep your effort to win the venture

Poor & rich, should also search
Money everywhere, we must fetch
the only lazy .. also crazy
Forever, no goa...

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Thursday 4th April 2019 4:09 pm

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دكتور عصافير (VET)

by Farag M. Afify

ريشه ناقصة في جناح عصفوره
إيه يعنى .. ماهـو ريشها كتيــــر
مش حيبــــــــان أبدا في الصورة
ولا حيــــكـون له كمــــــان تأثير

العصفــورة الشــــاطرة تفكــــــر
ربنا عنـــــــده كنــــــوز الخيـــر
لو تدعــــى ربنــــــــا يرزقـــــها
بدل الريشـــــة .. عشـــر قناطير

لكن العــصفــــورة المســكــيـنــة
وقـفـت تبـكـى بدون تفـكـيــــــــر
حتى اصحابها .. زعلوا عشانــها
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Saturday 9th March 2019 12:37 pm

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Lost

by Romy

The more I go

The darker it gets

Doesn't matter what is my choice

It's always the wrong one

I missed all the tracks

But there is no survivor left in me

I wish I was the never ending story

That at least came to end.

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Wednesday 26th April 2017 8:36 pm

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The following poem, Doorway was published in The Outreach for Breast Health Foundation's Anthology: Beyond Memories (2006).

DOORWAY
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

Racing ahead of hope,
fear meets me at the door
to hear the news
that I already know,
and an icy hand
holds my heart,
silencing the rapid beats
still breaking against my chest.
There were moments in time
tha...