Sun of Dubai♡ (Mother) by Fazzaa
The trees are crying and the birds stopped the whistles.
The castle of Za’abeel became dark, all I can hear is the echo.
The stars are looking for the moon that brightens up in the dark.
Mother, I am dying of missing you, you are the candle of the house.
If my poem cannot reach her, my deep sigh can.
The flowers are jealous of your sweet scent.
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