In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you
It would have left its shores.
Its shells.
— Nizar Qabbani
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you
It would have left its shores.
Its shells.
— Nizar Qabbani
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