By Dr. Mona Dia (Lebanon) Your drawing

Your drawing

I will go to you willingly

Fluctuating ideas in mind

The hopes are filled with imagination

It is formal and formal

And the Lord of the Hanuk Thgreeni

He sent me

As you wish you are sponsoring me

Lay the lines on my eyelids

And good breath with my eyes

And let my mouth tread

You do not forget me

I am your little darling

I'm from a princess

I have given you my being

And the night of Lilac is my cause

Cross the paths of roses with me

And I will be redeemed from my foolishness

He threw me over the steppe

The shape of my lines and cheeks

Fataif Damak Rouani

And thought joy my brother

Do you know the expressions with the wind ??

And the lines of filters are eliminated ??

It recreates my form

As if I were in your dream

Take me, sir, with your hand

Draw my house trail

Places and spindles

Your lead lead me

The line of hope and its hope and Amhani

Your pen is Sidi Safaf

A line in the colors of my age

And he drew a sufficient amount

And tempt me ....

She reshaped my composition

Sir, do not forget

And my heart shall not be measured

You are all my interlocutors

I love you do not make my ascetic whispers

And do not erase your soul from your soul

Say in your drawing,

By Dr. Mona Dia (Lebanon)

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