This heart, where sorrow dwells..
Refuses to surrender...
Madly in pain..
Stubborn and defiant..
Snatches a moment of joy..
To fly above the masses of agony...
His outcry... NO
I am NOT a sell out!!
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ويأبى القلب الذي استوطنته الأحزان أن يستسلم
يتألم بجنون لكنه عنيد ويكابر
يقتنص من الفرح لحظة
يطير بها فوق جموع أوجاعه
صارخاً لا . . . أنا لا أساوم
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Palestine
PoesíaHere,where the hills slope before the sunset and the chasm of time near gardens whose shades have been cast aside, we do what prisoners do we do what the jobless do, we saw HOPE. A bunch of poems about our beloved Palestine.
