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When I breathe

Don’t blame me,
For all the love ballads.
Blame the dreamy weather maybe,
Or the passionate writings of Khaled..

Whatever it is,
Everything reminds me of him..
When I breathe, there comes out,
Love’s boisterous hymn…

He was magical and distinctive,
His talks made me sigh.
Why can’t I stop thinking of him,
When I breathe, his thoughts take me high…

Oh my love!
I haven’t stopped loving you..
The laughs we had together,
Make me weak even though we’ve bid adieu..




Spreading love and being grateful for everything God has blessed me with. Trying to persuade people to live a happy life and give more to society.

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