bombed house—
in every room
a new green lawn
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night in the garden—
in our memories
scent
of jasmine
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olive tree plantation—
the cold wind sings
among the silver branches
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our steps slow
as he tells the story—
winter
sun
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spring snow thaw—
melting slowly
my old pain
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