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Слушать(AI)TH E NIGHT BIRD
The bird who visited Me at night
In the end of that night scaped from my open window frightnley
He landed in my small bred
Handle it and fly
I try to shoot my polifs twords him
But I wider stand from his fight that
He had a children.
suleiman al-fulayyih
The late Suleiman al-Fulayyih,( 1951-2013) a Saudian-Kuwaitian poet and critic, was born in AL-Hamaad desert located on north of Kingdom of Sau
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