shimon weinroth Poems

Her soft breathing
Her warm presence
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First is second to none
Second is second to one
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Proximty has a life of its own
Movements and aromas
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Stale bread
Newspapers of yesterday
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I saw the light
Coloring my beinng
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During genteel dscourse
Many thoughts crop up
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It's very natural
Our passing away
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Before they built
The tele-communication highway
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We often tell the same old stories
Valhalla, Marathon, Waterloo
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If you have never poofed a dandelion
Rubbed petals of roses
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