It was only yesterday that the old hot rod
rolled to a halt outside your door
Smoke pouring from the back
the smooth locks of your latest beau
...
Ah sweet mystery of life
how you astound me
from the rivers that run into streams
on barren plain
...
Lips tremble as another leaf falls
For this is the autumn of his life
Goodbye dear love he whispers
Silent now his days and long now his nights
...
As I walked the Sunday Market
I found a young man with a gift
of making things from leather
with hands that moved so swift
...
Possessing someone
does not mean loving them
For within ownership
is self conceit
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Old English
Hebrew Translations
The ones who translate
Speculation on all sides
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Solitude is a time
when we sit alone
and think of what
should have been
...
Night falls
on spirits in blackened blue
alone and lost
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