The glinting flames of water surge
And break the banks, waves surge From outside and from inside and Swirl and clash and merge. The molecules that life depends upon Blur, the reverberating feelings Blast waves pulsing through the banks, The banks crumble, and then healings, Halos, surround the sand, cisterns, Driving rain, the desert town Is rebuilt, a new town with an Old glow, a silver crown.
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Yaacov David Shulman
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