Jerusalem. The Arabs. A people I can't really understand in a land so full of misunderstanding. A paradox of faith and extremes. A tiny patch of light. A tiny bit of patience. Daily life. Carries on. The patch of light passes on, illuminating the others, not too far away.
A Lover From Palestine
Her eyes are Palestinian
Her name is Palestinian
Her dress and sorrow Palestinian
Her kerchief, her feet and body Palestinian
Her words and silence Palestinian
Her voice Palestinian
Her birth and her death Palestinian
Mahmoud Darwish
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