Over there, in the horizon
Facing the nebulous where Heaven meets Earth
By the ancient well, where baby swallows used to drink
Near the valley of almonds and prickly pears
On top of the hill of apricot and mulberries
Beneath a stone, removed away once, by my grandfather
To make a pathway for his flock of goats
Under a majestic olive tree
Between an array of irises and a lone poppy
My heart was born
Over there, in the horizon
Where I could no longer see
Clinging onto a stone,
Held once by a brave little hand
Far, far away from me
My heart was buried
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Poetry for Palestine 