Sana Al-Shuja' - 5-1-2023
Give me bread
A room is equal to a treasure
My mouth is hungry, and my stomach is weak
And dirt has become a deficit
Give me bread
The amount of tireless pursuit of hope
Not afraid of drought, but serious stitches
Bounces highs, thorns to reach
How many reservations did he have?
Give me bread
Karma palm if simplified
Wasl was a hamza
Karma tomorrow if tomorrow
The tractor wasted, groaning oozing
Give me..