POEM WRITTEN IN A SUCCAH FIRST EVENING OF CHOL HA- MOED 5771
Inside
In calm
Unable to see the sky
Waiting for the lines
And letting them slowly come-
How many years have we wandered
Before coming home?
Home is where we are supposed to be
Most safe-
The missiles of our enemies
Cover our space
I pray to God we will have the strength
To not have to wander again.
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