[عبداللطيف أحمد فؤاد]

Mother of the poems.
Glory to Dina.
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Glory to you Dina and the smile of your sad eyes.
Glory to our great father and his great universal novels
Glory to your great mother and her arts.
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Glory to my pen and my heart wings.
Glory to your big heart and his eternal kindness.
Glory to your delicious lips that made from apples.
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Glory to your hard work and success .
Glory to Egypt and our big love stories.
Glory to Ramadan month and head of prophets.
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Glory to Aser the sweet knight and my daughters
That one of them will be minster of dentists.
Glory to the government that lives on our foods of happiness.
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Glory to the world cup of love that our heart win.
Glory to Nobel prize that dreams to have my pen.
Glory to the our simple love that is cancels the sun.
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Glory to our glory that lives forever.
Glory your poems that are born after I suffer.
Glory to the word and the world populations and my reader.
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Glory to our small nest even it is illusion.
Glory to gardens of love in my heart that gives birth to imagination.
Glory to the sea of your whiteness that makes me king of concentrations.
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Glory to our marriage like our prophet and his wife Aisha.
Glory to our joy that stops the war between Ukraine and Russia.
Glory to the lovers that imitate us in the Middle East Area.