Sometimes when it’s cloudy I imagine myself jumping to catch the cloud, and stretching my body to touch the sky!
When a airplane passes by* it keep flying, passing & still crossing the sky!!
*In Jordan –when we were kids- while we see an airplane flying, we shout “TAYARA, TAYARA” we run to see it before it disappears! I really miss our sky!
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كل عام وانتِ بخير ...رمضان كريم عليكِ وعلى كل احبتك يا رب.
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