In the shadowed tapestry of time’s embrace,
Where histories intertwine, woven with grace,
There lies a tale of a people, proud and strong,
Whose spirit echoes in the ancient song.
Palestinian land, cradled by the sun’s kiss,
Bears witness to the struggles, the joys, the bliss.
From olive groves to bustling market squares,
Their story unfolds, resilient beyond despairs.
In the whispers of the olive trees’ sway,
Resides the echoes of many a yesterday.
Each stone, each breeze, each ancient wall,
Holds secrets of resilience, standing tall.
From the ancient city of Jerusalem’s call,
To the shores where the waves of Gaza fall,
Palestinian heritage, rich and deep,
Flows like rivers, in the hearts they keep.
Through the sands of time, they’ve walked with grace,
Treasuring traditions, embracing their place.
In their eyes, the fire of generations past,
Guiding them through shadows, steadfast.
Though trials may come, and storms may rage,
Their spirit endures, across every age.
For in the heart of Palestine, there lies a flame,
A beacon of hope, in the face of every claim.
So let us honour their journey, their plight,
With words of solidarity, shining bright.
For in their story, we find our shared humanity,
A tapestry of resilience, a beacon of unity.
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