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Under olive shade

Pushing the dirt and rock to stand here
Under the blue sky
The olive trees on mountains and hills in Palestine
Fabulous, proud, and agonizing

I step under the leaves’ shade
The wind sings like bells
And the words of the Gods
And the whispers of the deads
A road to the horizon
Olive flowers bloom and blood shed

Someone said
A day in Heaven equals 1000 years on earth
And the Gods
Perhaps need to rest
While they’re sleeping
Next to them, the olive trees still bloom
And under the olive trees’ roots
Blood still spill
Waiting for them to wake up