On Ma’s face
There is a book
And life’s preface.
Between these lines
And in these two caves
Life dwells.
That line is hope.
That one is love.
That death.
When she smiles,
She gives hope,
She gives love,
She gives life,
To life.
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In Gaza, My Gaza!
Drowning, not waving…
my Allah keep ur Ma 🙂 . . . nice short poem!
in short…
Perfect.
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Expressive and beautiful words
Thank you very much………^_^
smile (^_^)you are in gaza ^_^…