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Like a fool
Running up and down the streets of Jerusalem
Looking for me
.
.
Staring at people’s faces
Searching in their eyes for my features
Did that boy pronounce my name?
Might I find my shadow stitched in his heart?
.
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Don’t ask me about my age
I stopped counting decades ago
For every second of pain count thirteen years
Forty, for each fallen tear
Seventy, for each smothered breath
Nine centuries for every stolen smile of a child’s face
.
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Did you see me?
Do you know where can I find me?
I dared to whisper
.
Before time began,
Right here, beneath your feet
My heart was sown
Art by Palestinian artist Ahlam Al-Faqih
Filed under: heart songs, poems for Palestine |
I have always lived almost as a stranger in this world. An alien, others would say. And, I will leave as a stranger!
Basheer
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