مساحة إعلانية
I am the cicada
I come in the summer
I live like a guest
I roam the country.
I am an artist
I don’t bother with time
I sing all day
and sleep in the trees.
I am a lazy cicada
I like gossip
I hate to toil
And to harvest.
Seasons went on
And days passed
He returned from neglect
Searching for food.
I am the cheated cicada
Living on dreams
And in winter
I search for food.
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