Wolff
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.
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:
