A stone from the stream
The deep sleep of loneliness
Has fallen upon you,
And the running stream
Makes no difference
When you're spoken to…
Made of pieces like an old ballad
Written year after year
Composed of strings from the white beard
That shape generations in chains…
I dare not ask about your age
'Cos I won't be ready to read
My ignorance stamped
In the melody of your lines
That brings together your pieces
In one
Perparim 2005
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