(poet).Nora Alaa

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In a day as any day
In any morning
In any night
In any, and any
I opened the window, and shined bright
I heard something saying height
I start my day with it
Im not a free bird as any think
im a crossed dog to know
You have to give the blow
For breath
For lungs
For eyes
To stop, and stop
However, you make happiness
It turns into sadness

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