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Nebulous clouds, rain, sunlight,
Cloudy myopic visions,
Rain drops of sadness,
cleansed..washed away
into the prism of life
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Yellow,
Gold,
Green,
Blue,
Colorful prism with equal archers,
A rainbow of inalienable human rights.
A Palestine Day utopian rainbow,
a dream, a vision.
White, red, black and green.
A rainbow of divine intervention,
a reflective path filled with sunlight,
life's beam of sustainable growth,
no occupation, no walls of separation,
harvesting orchards,
planting the fruits of life,
olive trees, lemon trees, and fig trees.
Palestine Day after the rainbow,
a ray of light, a ray of hope, a beam of light on a Palestinian homeland,
a vivid field of red Hanna flowers blooming ever to brightly.
A ray of invincible Palestinian life.
We were born this way...
A ray of justice with peace,
a human prism
immersed in a colorful array of hope and joy.
A Palestinian rainbow after the storm,
a rainbow of life's joys appears,
look up into the heavenly bodies,
the vast stratosphere of life.
After the rainbow,
How many colors,
from a distance ray of light… imagine?
Green, red, black and white.
All colors of the Palestinian prism of life,
we were born this way.
Palestine Day,
Days of rainbows after the storm.
The myopic vision of a dream
With out tears on a rainy or cloudy day.
The colorful vision of a rainbows prism,
After the storm.
Who shall paint the colors of our rainbows,
the serene dreams of life,
after the storm?
The shining rays of light, the colorful prism of rays on Palestine Day,
forever more. Why? Because we were born this way...before and after the rainbow.
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