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Enough for Me
Enough for me to die on her earth
be buried in her
to melt and vanish into her soil
then sprout forth as a flower
played with by a child from my
country.
Enough for me to remain
in my country's embrace
to be in her close as a handful
of dust
a sprig of grass
a flower.
Fadwa Touqan
2001
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