This too, shall pass
Last night I,
Had a dream.
A current, stream,
On it ran many leaves,
With apples, red and green.
I stood silently,
And observed consciously.
Did they talk?
I wondered!
But I heard,
Heard them well!
Do the eyes have ears?
Or can they translate?
Recalled our film prof,
Explained and told us:
"Show, don't tell! "
On the run, stream,
Small waves kept moving,
On and off increased,
If got wide, they decreased.
I remember one proverb,
Faced the sky and smiled,
"This one too, is to, pass! "
As the past is long gone,
Now, will be long gone!
Water's path, apples, leaves,
River's curves, streams,
The young and fetus, dead,
Palestine, Israel,
I saw Uighurs, China,
Odessa, and Afghan-Pakistan!
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