Mohamed Abdelnaby on Clubhouse

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Those butterflies are watching you
She swayed among the flowers while she was waiting, chasing your features, fascinated by your details
Listen to the sad flowers that chimed in the words of your lips
Honey pours down between the waterfalls of your heart to drain your face redness
Until spring can be alone with you
Here the music tunes in to the contortions of your body
Butterflies play with whispering around you, chasing after you from time to time, to fly when your hairs glide through the air and the scattered trees.
The notice gets lost and your nectar remains
Your breath caught the sounds to keep them silent
And keep your heartbeat unique
Butterflies melt scattered on your body among those you take, where the green dry land embraces you
He touches the details of your body and trembles when he holds you in his hands to fall into the world of imagination
To cross to your heaven, to your own world
To that beauty when your words are scattered to those sad flowers
You will be satisfied with your tears, and your autumn will come
Here, your features will be erased
And leave me here by your side waiting
Until you get used to before the sad flowers wither
Before the butterflies die