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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..
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