Ella Yaron Poems

I am not yet born

Keep me myself
When the easiest thing is to change
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A visitor at your door
Needing no permission
Entering and devouring.
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Slowly, as a child makes its first step
I hand over to you my trust

Within this basket
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Two men sit distanced apart at the table
Gazing at the board lain out before them

Knowing smiles.
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The impatient fire licks over the horizon
chasing the blanket of darkness
It creeps through the cracks in the shutters
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