That child bled to the last drop ......waiting near the discriminations walls !!!! But no help !


His little fingers By Aisha Razem

His little fingers




By Aisha Razem

Some thing touched his little fingers
Talked to him
Whispered
He sneezed
Sneezed
Smiled
Kissed
Hugged
Warmed him between his little fingers
Heared his weep
As strong as seven souls
Weeping around the discriminations walls
In Palestine





Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2007-10-09 at 14:59

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salem
discriminations and envy this time
2007-10-09