Poetry

for Egypt’s fallen palms…

ears hear mint talk tick speak  and sun light pours on thyme

heart beats…songs gone…sad springs

in reams of notes and sighs

he who nestles life beats in the poem of his hand…hears Egypt’s broken heart beat…

dead palm prints in the sand…

and Jesus wept

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