That evening
my garden awoke
The fingers of the wind
unhinged its fences,
Grasses swayed, flowers bursting
fruits ripening
in the blissful dance of
wind and rain.
Fadwa Tuqan (1917 - 2003)
Palestinian poet
my garden awoke
The fingers of the wind
unhinged its fences,
Grasses swayed, flowers bursting
fruits ripening
in the blissful dance of
wind and rain.
Fadwa Tuqan (1917 - 2003)
Palestinian poet
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