Be Well, Thank You

Be well, thank you
For coming, what
Is man's mere life
With his evil heart
With his meek heart, with his
veiled/mysterious/hidden (sturot) eyes.
Let's talk a little, let's live
As in the legend*, exchanging 
A few words. We shall say
Shalom, shalom,**
The flowering waters. The full bread.
Yes. I was. Here. We were all. 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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