Anwer Ghani
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A poet and Physician from Iraq. 1973
Poetry
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Anwar Ghani Poetry
A poet from Iraq. 1973
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November 11, 2025 at 10:21 AM
Poetry
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I will melt in love
Like a tender rose.
And I will teach our fields
How to smile.
Your love is my journey
Towards warm tales
Look at my face;
It is rosy.
And hold my hand;
It is delicate,
For love makes the soul soft
And makes the mouth sweet as honey
With enchanting lips.
Like a tender rose.
And I will teach our fields
How to smile.
Your love is my journey
Towards warm tales
Look at my face;
It is rosy.
And hold my hand;
It is delicate,
For love makes the soul soft
And makes the mouth sweet as honey
With enchanting lips.
November 5, 2025 at 9:19 PM
I will melt in love
Like a tender rose.
And I will teach our fields
How to smile.
Your love is my journey
Towards warm tales
Look at my face;
It is rosy.
And hold my hand;
It is delicate,
For love makes the soul soft
And makes the mouth sweet as honey
With enchanting lips.
Like a tender rose.
And I will teach our fields
How to smile.
Your love is my journey
Towards warm tales
Look at my face;
It is rosy.
And hold my hand;
It is delicate,
For love makes the soul soft
And makes the mouth sweet as honey
With enchanting lips.
Come,
give me your hand.
Our embraces are warm.
Our kisses are passionate.
Our touches are deep.
Our smiles are beautiful.
We are like a flower.
I mean, delicate souls.
Come,
give me your hand.
give me your hand.
Our embraces are warm.
Our kisses are passionate.
Our touches are deep.
Our smiles are beautiful.
We are like a flower.
I mean, delicate souls.
Come,
give me your hand.
November 4, 2025 at 6:30 PM
Come,
give me your hand.
Our embraces are warm.
Our kisses are passionate.
Our touches are deep.
Our smiles are beautiful.
We are like a flower.
I mean, delicate souls.
Come,
give me your hand.
give me your hand.
Our embraces are warm.
Our kisses are passionate.
Our touches are deep.
Our smiles are beautiful.
We are like a flower.
I mean, delicate souls.
Come,
give me your hand.
Come,
give me your hand.
No barriers here.
Only honesty.
No hatred here.
Only love.
No fog here.
Only light.
give me your hand.
No barriers here.
Only honesty.
No hatred here.
Only love.
No fog here.
Only light.
November 4, 2025 at 6:30 PM
Come,
give me your hand.
No barriers here.
Only honesty.
No hatred here.
Only love.
No fog here.
Only light.
give me your hand.
No barriers here.
Only honesty.
No hatred here.
Only love.
No fog here.
Only light.
And many desires.
And secrets I cannot reveal.
It seems more like fate and destiny
than mere desire.
And secrets I cannot reveal.
It seems more like fate and destiny
than mere desire.
November 4, 2025 at 12:37 PM
And many desires.
And secrets I cannot reveal.
It seems more like fate and destiny
than mere desire.
And secrets I cannot reveal.
It seems more like fate and destiny
than mere desire.
A wild desire envelops us.
Then I see a fire rising from our depths.
We try to be calm, but in vain.
We try to be content.
But a blazing fire colors us with a hungry nectar.
.
Then I see a fire rising from our depths.
We try to be calm, but in vain.
We try to be content.
But a blazing fire colors us with a hungry nectar.
.
November 4, 2025 at 12:37 PM
A wild desire envelops us.
Then I see a fire rising from our depths.
We try to be calm, but in vain.
We try to be content.
But a blazing fire colors us with a hungry nectar.
.
Then I see a fire rising from our depths.
We try to be calm, but in vain.
We try to be content.
But a blazing fire colors us with a hungry nectar.
.