Fare Well, Thank You

Fare well, thank you
for coming, what
is the mere life of man
with his wicked heart
with his abject heart, with his shifty eyes.
Let us converse a while, let's live
as in the Agada, exchange 
a few words. We shall say
Shalom, shalom.
The flowering water. The bread complete.
Yes. I was. Here. We all were. Yes.
Thank you.

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nikol jay dellosa

hi ganda!

Yael Tishman

I love poem. I come from israel. I move here last year. Home destroyed by war. I am 17. I miss my family and homecountry. I need comfort. This poem makes me happy. I love poem.   

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