الواحة الشعرية

my hope

I dream of becoming a bird

spreading out my wings over

home family and friend

carrying a branch of olive

with a flame blasting injustice to the end

mom still I see you

feel you smell you

still your voice and feelings to my senses send

don’t cry my little child

I swear to recover your smile

I’ve so many dreams to build

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