Michael Kuznetsov Poems

Falling leaves of red and yellow,
Sprinkle softly on the ground.
As the air so pure and mellow,
Filters through the world around.
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On the land and on the sea,
Where the Jews have all once seen:
All the mighty, all the glory,
All the victory and praise
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My chest was quilted by the best in our kind,
To go with the pharaohs' body and mind.
I was covered with beads made out of gold,
Giving warmth to my heart which was terribly cold.
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