The Secret poem of my heart

[عبداللطيف أحمد فؤاد]

The secret box of my heart :-
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The secret box of my heart is the aim of nuclear submarines of USA and Russia.

They spend their times and life to find out my inner world.

After great battles I won but they stole at night my heart box to be examined in their laboratories in Alaska.

The scientists are writing their reports before the weekend.

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The introduction of their report says this box is full of sadness, tears, deprivation.

At the bottom of this magic box, you can see poems love, stories of fighting and and old torture.

The box has a golden ten windows on Lakes of Switzerland and nature.

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The world cities lay on the Western wing of my box.

The US Universities, the UK and Egyptian books and treasures.

In fact, the billions inhabitants of my heart build golden nests and live in it's trees that is on it's secret rock.

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The billionaires try to buy flats in my heart box.

The world populations spend their summer in the seas of this unseen box.

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The white House and the Crimline have built sand hotels to rule the earth.

I am the real king of this Universe.

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I and the Egyptian government do our best to make the flowers,roses mankind smile.

The United Nations, Professors, stars, press and writers enjoy nights behind my box wall.

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Clubs like Al Ahli play against Liverpool basketball and football.

From my chest wells in pipes, they export Oxygen, fuel and oil.

I am a great and unique miracle.

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That never happened since Adam and his wife Eve.

Leaders, girls, woman, men and children thank me every second with foreign minister Siganalove.

I prefer simple life, so I take this world to live in my cave.
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Written by Abdellatif A. Fouad.
September 14,2024

[عبداللطيف أحمد فؤاد]

Tree of sugar:-
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I lead countries of birds in the sky.

Our flight begins from airport of Bombay.

Where our food is a piece of love and our water is a bottle of cup of warmth.

Just I need a true seed of happiness to water and care.

I order every bird to use great scret plane to search for happiness every

where.

I am sending emails to kingdoms of whales to invistigate the seas and oceans

water.

The humankind and Republics of devils stole and burn happiness seeds in the

desert of Singapore.

The lions and his wife are very busy in searching for drop of joy in the farest

forest.

They find the footprints of my birds and the result is very big zeroes.


In wars , leaders of evil countries are in fact great secret gangs.

In peace leaders of weak countries hide and absorb the treasures.

In ministeries,in factories,in transports ,no way to find and seeds.

After long search, after hard days and after enldess nights.

One of my nightingales watches a sad flower crying in the very far corner of

the of the eastern desert of Egypt.

They are phonnig me and explaining the great discovery in a a very long and

short minute .

Everything about flower of love and happiness is right.

I have formed a great army from seven billion birds and nightingales.

In my military academy, they know how to use the love nuclear weapons.

Leaders of modern technology and industrial intelligence become so terrified

They try to fight my great birds and our beautyinside.

Enemys of beauty, killers of joy ,thieves of smiles have formed death teams.

They are using gunpowders, nuclear submarines and secret weapons in these

dirty wars.

They attack and blackmail the only sad flower at night.

They have killed her without pity ,without tear,.

Suddenly ,the biggest doors of the sky disappear.

We fly and cross , we left this ugly and evil world and went far.

The Christ is my very close neighbor.

I find gardens of happiness everywhere.

I build every bird a palace infront of love shore.

There is a new dance and the dancer is honey jar.

In our hearts soil, in our gardens ,in our golden nests and in our diamond

flats there is a very huge flower.

From the right leave in this huge flower,I collect three billions tones of sugar.

From the left branch,I collect millions kilos of butter.

I order the ancient writers to come backe to life again.

They return to life again under the leadership of Shakespeare.