Wolff
מצבThe 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:
מצבI 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
מצבEvery shore that I have reached had its dangers Every shore has been a stranger.
Roses are sometimes pink. Ends of stories make one think
מצבNothing compares to you Take my words as they are true.
