I put off living because,
Well, because! Now I don’t know where my hat has gone. The road outside my dusk is colored dawn The hawk extends his ruddy claws, And dust descends from dusty daws. I put things off, I beg you, Don’t you pry! I feel my heart is pressed, my veins are dry. I never understood just why we die, My knees are hurting but I still feel fly And adolescence sifts its redness on my blue. I always had this heaviness It went away I spent my dreams in books and watercress But yet I have not solved, I simply guess, I seek solace in a spray Of lilies’ blessedness. I give to you my hand I fumbled through the day And here we stand, we here, and This was the day I planned, This was the simple way I sought the sacred wedding band.
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Yaacov David Shulman
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