حلاووووي
بَلورةُ إحساسْ !
I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.
احاول ان اكون قوية ولاابالي بما يجري حولي ولكن داخلي (..محطم :(..)