Tears slowly flowing
like water from a spring
the eyes have seen
what the ears have not heard
the heart has felt
what words cannot express
my sister, you are a rose
the pain the anguish the suffering
a story told by the thoughts circulating her mind
my sister, you are a rose
the turmoil, deceit the treacherous lies
the olive tree that was once hers lies like her on the rough bare soil
buried deep under the rubble
her tears: dry
her pain, her anguish,her suffering : prevented from
flowing through her stream of thoughts
my sister, you are a rose