by Hadel Samir Ma’ayeh
The wind hurls among the Olive trees
unchanging its path through the brittle leaves.
Murky waters unsettled by the sands
and red lobsters do their usual dance.
The lonely wind makes a wave
as it passes the hallowed cave.
Untouched by time and
no sound or chime.
The reddish sun hides in the distance
like the unchanging wind without resistance.
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