In The Steimatzky Bookstore On Emek Refaim Poem by Shalom Freedman
In The Steimatzky Bookstore On Emek Refaim
How lonely I am
Among the books
I will never write
The books written
By others
The world without
My books-
How lonely I am
And how sad in longing
Dreaming of a time too
When those books of others
Were Inspiration
And not just reminders
Of mine not being among them -
So where is your book? Did it die? Why don't you get it amongst them?
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4/30/2024 2:09:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a book still can be inspiration so maybe it's the sheer number of books that is making you lonely