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ﻛ*ﻤﺎﺕ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻘ*ﺐ
ﻻ ﺗﻘﺎﺱ ﺍﻟﻄﻴﺒﺔ ﺑﺒﺸﺎﺷﺔ ﺍﻟﻮﺟﻪ ..
ﻓﻬﻨﺎﻙ ﻗ*ﻮﺏ ﺗﺼﻄﻨﻊ ﺍﻟﺒﻴﺎﺽ ..
ﻓﻬﻨﺎﻙ ﻣﻦ ﻳ*ﻴﺪ ﺗﺼﻨﻊ ﺍﻟﻄﻴﺒﺔ ..
*ﻳﺨﺒﺊ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺯ*ﺍﻳﺎﻩ ﺧﺒﺜﺎ **ﻳﺒﺔ ..
ﻻ ﻳﻘﺎﺱ ﺍﻟ*ﻤﺎﻝ ﺑﺎﻟﻤﻈﻬﺮ ..
*ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺨﻄﺄ ﺍﻻﻋﺘﻤﺎﺩ ﻋ*ﻴﻪ ﻓﻘﻂ ..
ﻓﻘﺪ ﻳﻜﻮﻥ ﺧ*ﻒ ﺟﻤﺎﻝ ﺍﻟﻤﻈﻬﺮ ﻗﺒﺢ ﺟﻮﻫﺮ ..
ﻻ ﺗﻘﺎﺱ ﺣﻼ*ﺓ ﺍﻹﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﺑﺤﻼ*ﺓ ﺍﻟ*ﺴﺎﻥ ..
ﻓﻜﻢ ﻣﻦ ﻛ*ﻤﺎﺕ ﻟﻄﺎﻑ ﺣﺴﺎﻥ ..
ﻳﻜﻤﻦ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺣﺮ*ﻓﻬﺎ ﺳﻢ ﺛﻌﺒﺎﻥ ..
ﻓﻨﺤﻦ ﻓﻲ ﺯﻣﻦ ﺍﺧﺘ*ﻂ ﺍﻟﺤﺎﺑﻞ ﺑﺎﻟﻨﺎﺑﻞ ..
ﻓﻲ ﺯﻣﻦ ﺻﺮﻧﺎ ﻧﺨﺎﻑ ﺍﻟﺼﺪﻕ ..
*ﻧﺼﻌﺪ ﻋ*ﻰ ﺃﻛﺘﺎﻑ ﺍﻟﻜﺬﺏ ..
ﻻ ﻳﻘﺎﺱ ﺍﻟﺤﻨﺎﻥ ﺑﺎﻷﺣﻀﺎﻥ ..
ﻫﻨﺎﻙ ﻣﻦ ﻳﻀﻤﻚ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺃﺣﻀﺎﻧﻪ ..
*ﻳﻄﻌﻨﻚ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺨ*ﻒ ﺑﺨﻨ*ﺮ ﺍﻟﺨﻴﺎﻧﺔ ..
*ﺍﻟﻔﺮﻕ ﺷﺎﺳﻊ * ﻣﺪﻓﻮﻥ ..
ﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﻤﻌ*ﻦ *ﺍﻟﻤﻜﻨﻮﻥ ..
ﻻ ﺗﻘﺎﺱ ﺍﻟﺴﻌﺎﺩﺓ ﺑﻜﺜﺮﺓ ﺍﻟﻀﺤﻚ ..
ﻫﻨﺎﻙ ﻣﻦ ﻳ*ﺒﺲ ﻗﻨﺎﻉ ﺍﻻﺑﺘﺴﺎﻣﺔ ..
*ﺗﺤﺖ ﺍﻟﻘﻨﺎﻉ ﺣﺰﻥ ﺩﻓﻴﻦ *ﻏﺼﺎﺕ ﺃﻟﻢ *ﺃﻧﻴﻦ
ﻻ ﺗﻘﺎﺱ ﺍﻟﺤﻴﺎﺓ ﺑﻨﺒﺾ ﺍﻟﻘ*ﻮﺏ ..
ﻓﻬﻨﺎﻙ ﻣﻦ ﻗ*ﺒﻪ ﺗﻌﻔﻦ ﺩﺍﺧﻞ ﺃﺿ*ﻌﻪ ..
*ﻫﻨﺎﻙ ﻣﻦ ﻣﺎﺕ ﺿﻤﻴﺮﻩ **ﺩﻋﻪ ..
*ﻋ*ﻰ ﺍﻟﻀﻔﺔ ﺍﻷﺧﺮﻯ ﺁﺧﺮ ﻛﺘﻤﺖ ﺃﻧﻔﺎﺳﻪ ..
*ﺛﺎﻟﺚ ﻗﺘﻞ ﺇﺣﺴﺎﺳﻪ ﻣﻘﺒﺮﺗﻪ ..
ﻓﻲ ﻋﻴﻨﻴﻪ ﺷﺎﻫﺪ ﺣﺰﻥ ﻋ*ﻴﻪ ..
ﻻ ﻳﻘﺎﺱ ﺍﻟﺒﻴﺎﺽ ﺑﺎﻟﻨﻘﺎﺀ *ﻻ ﺍﻟﺴﻮﺍﺩ ﺑﺎﻟﺨﺒﺚ ..
ﻓﺎﻟﻜﻔﻦ ﺃﺑﻴﺾ *ﺍﻟﻜﺤﻞ ﻟﻮﻧﻪ ﺃﺳﻮﺩ ..
*ﺑﻴﻨﻬﻤﺎ ﻳﺴﻜﻦ ﺍﻟﻔﺮﻕ ..
ﻻ ﺗﻘﺎﺱ ﺍﻟﻌﻘﻮﻝ ﺑﺎﻷﻋﻤﺎ* ..
ﻓﻜﻢ ﻣﻦ ﺻﻐﻴﺮ ﻋﻘ*ﻪ ﺑﺎ*ﻉ ..
*ﻛﻢ ﻣﻦ ﻛﺒﻴﺮ ﻋﻘ*ﻪ ﺧﺎ*ﻱ ﻓﺎ*ﻍ ..
ﻻ ﺗﻘﻴﺴﻮﺍ ﻣﺤﺒﺘﻜﻢ ﺑﺤ*ﻢ ﺣﺮ*ﻓﻲ ..
ﻓﻤﺎ ﻳﺤﻤ*ﻪ ﻗ*ﺒﻲ ﻳﻌ*ﺰ ﻋﻦ ﻧﺜﺮﻩ ﻗ*ﻤﻲ ..
*ﻣﺎ ﻳﺴﻜﺒﻪ ﻣﺪﺍﺩ ﺣﺒﺮﻱ ..
ﻗ*ﻴﻞ ﻣﻦ ﻛﺜﻴﺮ ﻓﻲ ﺩﻣﻲ ﻳ*ﺮﻱ ..
ﻋﺎﺷﺮ ﺍﻟﻨﺎﺱ ﻣﻌﺎﺷﺮﺓ ﺇﻥ ﺃﺣﺒﺒﺘﻬﻢ ﺣﻨﻮﺍ ﻋ*ﻴﻚ *ﺍﻥ ﻣﺖ ﺑﻜﻮﺍ ﻋ*ﻴﻚ
*ﻋﺎﻣ*ﻬﻢ ﻟﻴﺲ ﻷﻧﻬﻢ ﻛﺮﻣﺎﺀ ﺑﻞ ﻷﻧﻚ ﺃﻧﺖ ﻛﺮﻳ
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