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I used to let my emotions out
For it to fly in free motion
It was like a white dove poor and innocent
The bird was not able to turn into an eagle
Its soft wings spread through the air
The air is salty
And blows in a calm breeze
You inhale and exhale
With tranquility and ease
For miles ahead
A Life of struggle, betrayal, pain.
The life of a man with a beating heart but no place for it.
18 Years a lost life was led until a love landed in his lap.
Welcome to ‘Israel’,
Where the ethnic cleansing of Palestinians is trivial,
And kidnapping, killing and torture is seen convivial.
(poems go here) I AM FROM…
I am from the gentle and brave..
From the hard headed & the heart warming..
From the people I call family..
Because they have shown me the way..
