Gaza
Never Forgotten
I’ll always remember your sweet face.Your gentle words and ways.You only spoke to heal, not hurt.You let me lean on your shoulder when I was down.You held my hand when I was scared.You told me
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Gaza
Spark of Life
I saw you smile and I gazed Was there anything that would make a person smile in my wounded city? Your eyes sparkled with love Your face beamed The sound of your hearty laugh My
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Storm
A gust of wind blows carrying rain It hits my face But I’m not bothered It’s nature reminding us That it’s a powerful force That can crush oppressors It can deem their weapons futile It
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I used to touch the stars
I used to think I could touch the stars, Reach for the moon, And slide down the rainbow, Which beamed after a trickle of rain. I used to touch the dewdrops at the break of