Gaza: My Land Of Ever Return

Dust-veiled memories, a canvas of sand and sea. Gaza, etched in the soul, a love that will not flee. Waves whisper secrets, to the shore, now bare and cold. Each grain of sand, a tear, a story yet untold. The body is exiled, the heart remains, bound by invisible chains — a longing, fierce and deep, for home, where dreams still sleep. Ruined streets, a silent plea, for a return, for you and me. In the embrace of Gaza's dust, a peace that no exile can adjust. The wind carries whispers, across the desert's barren face. A yearning, etched in stone to find that sacred space. Gaza is more than just a place, a love, a memory, a grace. In the dust and ruins, a heart finds its solace, its true muse.