_Tears Were Droping_ By Nedal Al Hakim
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Tears were dropping
Her tears were telling me the stories of longing, they were mixing with the eyeliner and running together on the twilight of her cheeks, if that black tears fell on the soil the sun would hear the earth's whimpers and the great mountains would kneel on their foothills and grant their cold fountains to console the soil, her black tears were poured in my hands to wash my face to console my yearning but it was like throwing the sandalwood in the fires of my love.