Who Knows Where The Poem Begins? - Poem by Shalom Freedman
WHO KNOWS WHERE THE POEM BEGINS/
Who knows where the poem begins
And where the inner singing starts?
Who knows when the words are lost inside
And can never be what they really mean?
The questions of our lives we live with
Are greater than the answers we can give
Time will not tell us everything
But only deepen the mysteries
We will take to the grave with us.
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