قصيدة عن فلسطين

PALSTINE
I could never forget
the flame of your city.
Imaging you burning my heart
Caressing every minute.
Palestine has fell in love
and my hands have touched you.
Is it the magic of your lake
or are your eyes and the passion?
Many cities I have seen,
but no one like your fantasy.
The messengers of your history
try to tell me all your dreams