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מצב

The past is dark but it is hoped to be clearer,
Pictures are painted in my head like a mark,
Words and sentences reflect like a mirror:

מצב

I wish I could erase all the contempt and disdain
That followed my missing our train.

Once he had a dream in which he was full of fear

מצב

Every shore that I have reached had its dangers
Every shore has been a stranger.

Roses are sometimes pink.
Ends of stories make one think

מצב

Nothing compares to you
Take my words as they are true.