A Rose For GazaGaza is a garden full of roses.Stone roses.Rock roses.No petals to crush and bruiseto release their fragrance.Only dust.Dust and the stenchof death.No green space left.No sweet tranquility,peace or quiet.No escape.No garden of Eden here.No gateway to paradise.Rubble and rock roses.So I shall plant a rose for Gazain my green space,in my tranquilContinue reading “3 poems by Lynn White”
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