When I was a little girl
My home was a tree-trunk
On a white cloud
Up…up… in the sky
***
In this world of mine
The sun shone forever
All seasons were spring
And love grew everywhere
In gardens… on trees
In the streets
On roof tops
In the rivers
In people’s hearts
And on their tongues
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Visitors to my world
Wondered how
And why
Hate didn’t grow
Hate couldn’t grow
***
The secret was
In this world of mine
People could read
Each other’s minds
So, they came to understand
***
How others feel
What others mean
Why others do
And where others stand
***
That’s why
In this beautiful world of mine
Only love grew
May-2005
Filed under: soul songs |
Poetry for Palestine 
so optimist.
It looks like you are living in Utopian world: in which the love grows only.
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Aren’t all children optimists??
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thank you for a wonderful poem, i love it! my favorite 🙂
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