Oh my dear boy, How I wish you can play on me. Oh my dear boy, How I wish you can play on me.

He taught me how to eat kharbuja seeds, Playing with the squirrels became my childhood He taught me how to eat kharbuja seeds, Playing with the squirrels became my ...

The poem shows that the memories bring joy to the lover and transforms him into a man. The poem shows that the memories bring joy to the lover and transforms him into ...

Pleasant Summer Pleasant Summer

Our dreams gloom, again it gleam.... Our dreams gloom, again it gleam....