مساحة إعلانية
The longing within me is of a different kind, Different from the one that swells 4658The breast of time.
Things come up to this longing, 4658As if it were their closest friend, 4658And say: 4658“Without it, we’d never have come into being.”
It seems bigger than it really is, It rises up, stretches out 4658Is forever unsatisfied, 4658It wants to leave its own casing, Embrace heaven and earth.
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