Under The Date Palms

Under the date palms they dreamt
On the swings
Their eyes closed against the wind
Nobody had yet told them that they cannot fly
That there are no dragons
And so they flew
But after so many hours fighting dragons
They had to crash land to planet earth,
Thirsty,
Panting,
They had to run to drink water,
You have to be realistic after all

Nobody told them that their choices
Will not be their choices
That their lives will be sketched
By the broken dreams of their family
That the sky is not the limit
As the ceiling gets in the way
You have to be realistic after all

With the pressure of life over their heads
Their imagination loses color
Then bit by bit it loses sound
Until one day it turns dark and silent
And they wonder
Under the date palms
When they had lost the will to dream

(c) A. Albadawi

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