It’s not that love is not aroundIn her nightgown she stands as Jeanne of Arc
Over the rubble of the city she had build deep inside
Life had torn through metal, glass and wood
Tearing it up like an angry storm chasing lost hair
And at the end
I collect scattered hopes, wishes and dreams
In company of her and the wildlife
2 comments:
what's the picture?
Not mine - but stolen from the internet---
http://www.palestinecalendar.org/september.html
Thanks to Tamam Al-Akhal...
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