שירים

Happiness

Your happiness is greased eel

In time's vast swamp, you standing still.

Led by hands, that's bound to take,

Its form, its movement- ripples make

.

Breathing point within the mud,

Fingers shade clotted blood.

Heart mind, sinews taut,

On lucky days with scales they twined.

 

But every other day, you stand alone,

Dirty tired silent, playing with bone.

 

תגובות

שמואל כהן / האושר זמני, אבל שווה את החיפוש.🌹🌹🌹 / 18/06/2025 07:23
גלי צבי-ויס / עומדת לבדה / 18/06/2025 07:44
renana ron / מחשבות עמוקות על שריד� / 19/06/2025 08:57