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PALESTINIAN a poem by Ibrahim Nasrallah

PALESTINIAN  a poem by Ibrahim Nasrallah

I was silent and nothing came of it.
I spoke and nothing came of it.
I cursed, I apologized, and nothing came of it.
I was busy, I pretended to be busy…and nothing.
I sat, I walked, I ran.
I shivered and I warmed up. Nothing.
I was parched until I cracked. I drank until I drowned, and nothing came of it.

 

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