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Yellow mood.

Your smile in the summer.

You hold my left hand, Across the pink weeds, I run my right hand, Through each one in the breeze, The grass brushing across my knees. In all of vast I see, You were too much for me. I followed you anyway through, Each season. I only see your smile in the summer, Before the sunlight blinds me, And you leave for the South. Following you, You look back at me,

מאירה…

Exodus along the ocean’s side, A familiar walk from Egypt, Chag HaMatzot. A wave crashing above, My lover’s head, Poseidon’s voice then howling, “What have you done…” Across this oceanfront, Will the words, Memory’s face, Leave an imprint, On our hearts, or, Make our hands, Slip away from us, Lose. If I try to stand, On the sand, Past has brought me to, On this sacred, only space, Promised by God, Will I be safe to be with you,