In the dark night flies a many-hued phantom
It soars and spreads its wings above the gloomy human crowd
The whole world calls to it, the whole world implores it
At dawn the phantom vanishes to be reborn in every heart
And every night it is born anew and every day it dies
?What is it
Coming back... Soon
هناك ٧ تعليقات:
DREAMS :Pp
وش ذا الهرج!!!
الأمل
Hope
hope
Or dreams... depending on where you want to reach or what you are trying to hint
the moon.... or the night
عودا حميدا انشالله..
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