TaMaRa HaNaRiNg ,(((( PaLeSTiNe))))FreedOm Flottila . Poems

30/03 raped land's day..more than 60 years of occupation..many decades passed while an old lady caries her stolen home's key, wondering if this is realy what do they call civilization... a lady and a key grew old while they long to kiss that door.....to inhale that fresh air from that green land..
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</>Dive deeply through the passages of my mind..
paths leading into the depth and warmth of my soul's home,
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(A prose which was written few months back)
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(for some of my friends whom I lost sadly today) .....
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My home based on love, patients
honesty, and sincerity, made my whole

slowly, slowly as snail reach my goal
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note: iam still under the attack of the Rats WHOM THANKFULLY push my poems to be advanced in top 500.....and by the way..they come to the trap by themselves...many have been caught....26/9/09...


I close my windows, my doors and for you a trap I left in WHICH you will be caught,
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SAME RACE............................


Able to face
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Why to wonder for the rain
why to wonder?

it is clash of the clouds
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Between that sweet taste and your name in her mouth

few moments there were.
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ONE DAY I THOUGHT OF LEAVING
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IT WAS A MOMENT.. I CLOSED MY EYES,
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my silence is a speech

in my eyes you could read,
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