Only love grew


Posted by Nahida the Exiled Palestinian

When I was a little girl
My home was a tree-trunk
On a white cloud
Up…up… in the sky
In this world of mine
The sun shone forever
All seasons were spring
And love grew everywhere
Yesterday is gone and its tale told. today new seeds are growing
In gardens… on trees
In the streets
On roof tops
In the rivers
In people’s hearts
And on their tongues
Visitors to my world
Wondered how
And why
Hate didn’t grow
Hate couldn’t grow
The secret was
In this world of mine
People could read
Each other’s minds
So, they came to understand
How others feel
What others mean
Why others do
And where others stand
That’s why
In this beautiful world of mine
Only love grew

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