Ful Temptations April 30, 2008
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She furtively
plucks the white
fragrant “ful”
from my garden
and rushes to keep it
in her room,
thinking I won’t miss
what I don’t see;
But
the perfume
swells into the air
and gives her
away.
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And I smile
quietly
at the pleasure
she feels
in such little things
as I breathe in the
whiffs of fragrance
floating
down
the stairs.
اليوم قريحتك الشعرية حاضرة
May be because Wednesday afternoon
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Heheh well Wednesday no longer means the weekend for us in Kuwait if that’s what you mean.
Our weekend begins on Thursdays now
Jewaira
Your ful poacher may as well be me
3laykum bil 3afya
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I love the smell of ful
Jewaira