"I still feel."
A gentle breeze played with the strands of my hair.
Under the warmth of the sun that blows life into my body.
Staring in amazement at the majesty of the pyramids that stood proudly, as if I were not willing to touch.
Down the Nile that never gets tired and provides the value of life.
Home to sailboats stretching out their white wings like flocks of birds flying hand in hand.
Shares the countless numbers of stories, stored in those beautiful white sails.
"Beautiful Egypt, I will return."
