Aboda Awed Poems

I am Palestine

I'm not a painting where you can change my colour
Nor a book where you can swop me for another
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Palestinian am I.
No one can take away from me
My identity,
For it is mine.
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Tchaikovsky

Settling in my seat, listening to Tchaikovsky's Seasons symphony,
Knowing not where my pen is going; is it on the straight line or another zigzag will be drawn?
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She wrote in her diary every night

When bullets passed by her window… she wrote
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Its calm place, wide space, extremely endless, no way..
where Im walking on the beach alone...! !
Isee lines of th sun, hear nobody, no ship &
Ilovely feel liberty of th nature..but, in alone..! !
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In the sky of the Old City
A kite.
At the other end of the string,
A child
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You are still occupied my land & settle my territories, and
kill my civil every moment, then
Devastate my buildings & mosques..!
Then you are talking about th peace..! !
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