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.
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