Ilan Cohen Poems

Son of God
Not a puppet
Blood on our hands
Death on the cross
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Painted glass that wasn't kissed 
and the memory vivid blue,  
walking through the Spanish mist  
with these tears of saddened you 
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By the waters near the cliffs   
Across the mountains Pyrenees
Lived a shepherd with his myths 
Who trailed the Sword of Damocles
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Walk through Berlin
Drink coffee at Wasser
Past the cafe that we met
Lived loved lived loved
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