And how I do not love her, who is serving my heart, plowing and changing his soil, planting him in hope and raising him, and sprouting beautiful dreams that lead me beyond imagination, and gradually ripen into bitter dreams. I wait for those who serve them again, and this is the time to keep my nostalgia to you, my servant, my land and my heart, your earth, your land, do not let it be lost ....
wisdom
7 years ago by oussamadjama (25)