Al-Buhturi

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It is darkness, neither morning nor twilight – Poet Al-Buhturi

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I said to the blamers in the well, the horizon – the poet Al-Buhturi

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As for the imagination, it has not been knocked down – the poet Al-Buhturi

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Here is the graying of the womb and I wake up – the poet Al-Buhtari

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Is there a tearing eye in every house of yours – Poet Al-Buhturi

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God is your neighbor in your departure – the poet Al-Buhtari

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The people of the neighborhood are about to disperse – Al-Buhtari poet

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You got what you got, you hateful mother – the poet Al-Buhtari