Is It Poetry
Passover - Poem by Is It Poetry
My wife is joyful,
she is covered with dawns early morning sunlight.
his face and limbs are without shadow and smooth.
Does not disobey the kind voice of his/her both others,
and makes of their, affairs like your life to prosper.
And as it is,
are not the cloud tops loving, gentle and lively.
She is of the lamb,
good cream and sweet butter flow forth
from her/his from whence is her, 'dear' other.
I shall give you another thought about my other:
have broken off from this, thine own warm bread.
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