Monday, October 23, 2006


By wonders of you I have been fascinated
A well of mysteries with colours I am not acquainted
You are not a flower of several hues
You are a forest teeming with chanting lutes

Once there's a question about life itself
A wasteland without your leaves issues nothing but howls
Doom and doom is all of it augurs
A desert fed with desolations to be the way it's pampered

Lo the Promised under the mountain of Nebo
Cast the wilderness in the back of Igal
Let go the dove with an olive leaf
Only in your cuddle the New World shall be

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