Post by Amr Daif

The Heartbeats of Glory The radiant beauty comes from the light of face, The butterflies gathered in a flock in that space, No wonder, if fascinated by a lock of hair, To find it as a homeland for them over there Like Roses, light faces are safe place, Even covered with drops in that case, The genuine beauty is gold or precious stones, The noble origin at the end is what remains, What is the value of the scent of flowers, With no honesty or loyalty like towers, The heartbeats yearn eagerly for light of glory, Light is truth, and darkness will pass away,