Thunderbolt Shadows Novel


It was a quite … gentle day

We call it fragrant clean- aired day

Its breezes hit my face tenderly

If I breathed normally, I would fill my lungs with fresh cool air

If I listened, my ear would be rapture and I would fly by wide imagination with birds of houses

And if I bothered to turn my head and looked a little to the right, I would see bloomed palm trees and various colored roses against decorated and sculptured carefully


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المشاركات الشائعة من هذه المدونة

في انقطاعات الموت لجوزيه ساراماغو.. الموت رحيماً أو الخلود في السجن

الوعي عند البشر على مقياس هاوكينز

رواية ألف شمس ساطعة.. تنطع وسوء استخدام الدين

التعاون والتنسيق «يفككان» ازدواجية الأندية الأدبية والجمعيات