Yes, I need forever
To make me proven
That I am good enough
Or I’m bad enough.
Every human passing by
Was the main writer
Of my poor soul.
Beating and kissing
And ignoring and kidding,
Filling and consuming
And meeting and leaving
Writing and reading
Hiding and speaking
Thanks you everybody
Thanks your admissions
Beg your pardon for all my
Positions.
Swear you were kind
Bet you were tired
Maybe I was tied
And may be I forced to fight.
Now I am now,
Now I am out
Now you are found
In the world of aloud…
Night is a night.
Day is one of the days.
November’s the summer
Of the all sun rays…
Warm and light
Trees say g’dnigh
I go to sleep
With my old years flight.
Israel
november5, 2022
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