Phapoem editor , 26/05/24
In morning light, Gaza’s call,
With my coffee, in my thoughts,
In breakfast’s taste, its shadow falls,
In every step my journey walks.
On evening strolls with the dog,
Under skies of endless blue,
Gaza’s pulse within me throbs,
Its spirit old, yet ever new.
At noon and night, in every bite,
Its essence fills my soul,
Gaza’s breath, my heart ignites,
In dreams, it makes me whole.
Like oxygen, it flows through me,
A lifeline I cannot forsake,
Gaza’s presence, wild and free,
In every breath, for its sake.