Golden dusty roads flanked by palm trees
laden with amberish date fruits.
The seem-seem cave opens and then closes,
here comes the forty thieves adorned in
brass armors and silver swords.
From far away I smell incense bukhoor,
is it a mirage or the Arabian Nights
of my dreams?
I love this. Good to have you back. 💕
I got an amazing Arabian perfume, the bottle is so exotic!
When you come back. Get one for me too. Of course I will pay 😊get a female and a male version 😀
Sure definitely I’ll get, oh come on I will not take money from friends and family!
Now. That is not fair. Then I cannot ask
As a friend life will give you many opportunities to repay than paying money, I feel the former is a better bargain than latter😀. Money is a one time payment, but in the name of friendship I can extract many things over the course of time 👻
That is a sweet thing to say. How can win against this argument 🌸💕
Here you go 😃
Beautiful! 😊💕
Thanks for your kind words, appreciate it.
Excellent poem.
A dream of the 1,001 nights.
Thanks Van for your kind words, truly appreciate it.
very good 😊
Thanks and they smell good too 🙂
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