Olimpia Sarb

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You are
My Rainbow Angel.
You reflect your full colours in me.
My heart becomes - for your sake -
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My heart is a sad ballerina,
Happiness is leaving
Her fluid movements.
Who will come to dance
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I will never forget my Dad.
When I was a child,
He used to walk with me, sometimes, through the city, by taking my hand into his,
And telling me about all the hills
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The photographer of dreams
Lures me
In the dark room of Imagination.
'Have a seat, Madam!
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I read properly a book on parents,
That kind book in which parents talk about life
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Hey, wind, you have no power, have no power,
No matter how long you shout, my children
cannot hear you.
You tumble over the world, overthrow the oceans, catch the sky in your greedy mouth
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Let's look out of the window, baby boy of the unvoiced island,
Let's put our elbows on the sill, let's grasp our cheeks
With our hands, and raise the left shoulder slightly,
In a tender-like game,
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When Silence
Creeps into a pair's soul,
He and She
Have so little to say
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My heart
Is a windmill
That grinds illusions.
Time stands on the side
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What does a woman usually do
After drudging in the kitchen
So that ordinary things would sleep, dutifully,
Within the cares’ dark ring of the day?
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You may love anything in another woman,
The windmills sleeping in her eyes,
The tragic winds sneaking under her soles.
You may love the yellowish feline she hides in her breath,
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I can not see the world, I do not want to feel it,
You're all over me, alive, innocent, pure,
You live in my breath,
In the air dance that gives me life,
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As you see me climbing this mountain,
Slightly bent, with my head turned towards you, always
Smiling,
You think that time changed me into a perpetual traveler.
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I hesitate to go to bed.
I'm terribly afraid
That I will not dream with you tonight.
Thought settlements are lurking,
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This poem slept in my heart
Before I gave it a name,
Before my hands and my longing
Sent it in your way.
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A wonderful poem - Einstein’s thought:
Darkness is nothing but the absence of Light.
But Darkness takes no denial in a poem.
Loneliness does not exist, I say,
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My Heart knows more than Words can speak,
My Arms know more than Heart desires,
My Eyes know more than Arms can bring,
My Self knows craving in the Fires.
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In my soul - an unforgiving clock,
All the things of this world - in a hurry,
Time should disappear, I wish,
At least today,
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On remembering.
I was walking through
an orchard
overcrowded with plum,
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