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Watermelons

Do you remember the smell of the sweet watermelon on a
summer day? Do you remember the tingle it runs through you
body, the craving for that first sweet bite into the red
flesh of the fruit? The pure juice that runs down your
throat and revives your body

Forgive

Forgive them
For they can

I want to go

אינטרוספקטיבי

I want to go
to a place with colour

Moon

A full moon hangs over the city

God is Out There

אהבה

He walked like an angel
His feet in the sky
Hovering stranger with eyes full of danger
Whirlwind and chaos and a stern wish to die

Inspiration

As kings arise
He rose to fall
The cliff
Too high to climb

Memory

What songs have you written
You beautiful sinner
To lovers long gone
In the cold?

Passion

Passions
Of Hate draw me closer
To love

Path of Wind

Winter winds are blowing sweetly
Raising sleepers from their nest

The Air Fills With Roses

Awaking the senses of men
And letting the sun lead the way

When Summer Comes

Come in the room
Look out the window
The flowers are blooming
Summer has come
To the garden

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Come to me

הרהור

Come to me slender and beautiful. Dressed in white, your
golden hair spread over your shoulders.