The Hope Eternal
Today I saw the moon on ashen sky
it was incredible white like a ghost
haunted by its, own death.
eyes gone, dark sockets that could
no longer cry.
The real moon will not light up my
path as uniformed snipers lurk behind
old olive trees ready to reclaim
an ancient promise steeped in blood
by the dispossessed.
Today I also saw the first flower on
the almond tree that get the first
and the last sunlight of the day,
a mere bud shivering in the breeze;
I gave it to my heart and walked on.
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