Olive trees whisper,
Sunbirds flit through golden fields.
Land hums with warm light.
Stone walls hold old songs,
Markets hum beneath minarets,
Time etched in dusted streets.
Homes crumble to dust,
Children’s cries pierce the night sky,
Hope roots in the rubble.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 3:32 PM UTC
Olive trees whisper,
Sunbirds flit through golden fields.
Land hums with warm light.
Stone walls hold old songs,
Markets hum beneath minarets,
Time etched in dusted streets.
Homes crumble to dust,
Children’s cries pierce the night sky,
Hope roots in the rubble.
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