I'm afraid of you, dear Michael.
You are reading me everywhere.
On my English site, on the Russian,
my small messages, big emails.
And you say: 'there are no wonders'.
But there are! But there are! But there are!
we just call it like this - Then come to
Christianty, teach us right!
I am feeling your hands, rav Michael!
they take me on sides and push on.
I feel safe in them and they light on,
and to altruism make me go.
I am happy with you, rav Michael!
On the photo you show your hands -
how they turn to my poems after?
and the feeling of you by my side!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem