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Ancestor’s Calling
By Abeer Alaloul
Our roots are like those of an olive grove
carrying stories buried in the soil, beneath the earth
no matter how many they cut off
disguised with villas and buildings,
the whispers of our ancestors will always be there.
Sometimes on a windy day
you might hear the farmers’ whisper,
free the land
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Finding Happiness
By Abeer Alaloul
I look back at a time where simplicity brought joy..
running freely barefoot on a hot summer day after your friends
throwing buckets of water
rolling on the floor as you laugh so hard your muscles hurt
A time where happiness was a way to be
now we search mountains and lovers to find that feeling again
yet an emptiness is still there
we try to fill our cries with consumer goods
yet our insides still want more
we try to drown our sorrows
with bottled liquids
yet our souls still want more
where has the happiness of my inner child gone?
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Lovers’ Gaze
By Abeer Alaloul
Our eyes tell a story
when they stare back at each other
sparkling like a glimmering lake
kissed by the sun
we utter no words
they speak volumes
they recite poetry of the heart
that the subconscious can’t comprehend
our eyes tell a story
this time they are smiling as they tell the story of our hearts