I dream of white lilies,
Of a street chirping, a house aglow.
I seek a tender heart, not bullets,
A sunlit day, not a moment
Of fascist, mad victory.
I seek a child smiling at the dawn,
Not a place in the engines of war.
I came to live beneath rising suns,
Not to mourn their fall.
- Mahmoud Darwich
about 1 year ago
