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Four sides of dreams

the sun, land, river, earth

holding doves and shadows

from twilight places

where generations await

and footsteps whisper

in the summer wind

of Jerusalemís eerie silence

 

may the words of your mouth

rise up

between earth and sky

from my own memory

hearing again your voice

breathless by the trees

as you sleep between two breezes

suspecting a poetís future

is in the open fields.

 

 

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©B.Z. Niditch, 2001

 

 

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