منتديات الشروق أونلاين

Ci El-Bachir… martyr of the heart…

Yesterday,
Your grandpa is holy
Where he took the way
From this peak, from this sorrow,
Towards the undergrowth
Béni-Sallo Mountains,
Where he was on the lookout for stars, and their gossip...
They were the fort of victory...
As..
A flag, a feather, a dark shooting
So ... this is the Martyr...
The latter was only there through a land amalgamated by his red feather...
Only attached with future ties...
Across all eras….