I looked into her depressed eyes
to perceive yesterday’s shattered dreams;
I walked all along her date’s garden
to pluck today’s ripped fruits;
I slept in her olive shelter
to hug tomorrow’s first light!
I wept along with her snuffle
to share the grief of others.

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By
Williamsji Maveli
Email
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsgeorge.com