Like a bird sweeping across the sky
In spite of broken wings,
The sun still brighter
Despite the night,
The sweet smell of lily of the valley
Under a thick blanket of concrete pavement,
Heartbeat
Taken out of my chest. . .
poniedziałek, 10 października 2011
Book - "When i was a boy in PALESTINE" by Mousa Kaleel (1914)
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