The Young Poetess

Sometimes i look around,
And wish i wasn’t me,
If only i was her,
I would be happy.

There is a stage of life,
When nothing is quite good,
It's all just one big fake,
Nothing as it should.

High above the clouds, amongst the clouded sky, Living a life above all beings, she let out a tired sigh

Forever Young
Always Mine
No one can prevail.
Lost in disappointment

A line that never ends
Goes far out to sea
And lingers there
Amongst salt and fear
For all eternity

Far from me
Yet so close
I see your vision
Capturing
Enrapturing
Those thousands
of people...

A young girl
With big brown eyes
Once came up to me
And asked
Please may I have a
Slice of life?

A little key was I
Felt myself being carved
And intricately shaped
To fit into the lock.

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I close my eyes and fall back
rejoining the strong women of my history...

There once was a man living in the States,
Who had not enough riches to enter the gates.
So he took what he had, some plastic scraps,
And bent down in shelter to live with the rats.

Though the we've gone through so much pain
So much distress and suffering
We still see sunshine in the rain

If it's possible that we can sink so low, then we can rise so high. I like believing in the novelty that everything in life corresponds to the concept of it and therefore to the spiritual purpose behind it...

It was a cloud that was blocking my vision, I didn't notice it.
Maybe it was tears, or maybe it wasn't. I didn't know what it was.
But I did know that it was there.
As I tried to repicture all those moments in my life when the glory was upon me,
Something blocked my vision; something didn't let me see it.

I smile when
The sun shines
On the silver dimes
They flicker
They glimmer
I smile

The sun burns down,
On the old lazy town.
The flowers have bloomed,

Today is Mother’s Day
It’s great for you to go out
With your kids and play
You get gifts and rest
Because you know that you are
Loved best from the rest

A stone full of emotion In the heart now set in motion
A block rolled down a stone
As she whimpers in a soft tone
Blocking up her feelings for so long
Feeling like she didn’t belong

Rage is taking over
This is no emotion
Pure pride with a cover
Works like a potion

More than a book,
a Torah or two,
more than just
reciting prayers
in a foreign language

The butterfly danced in front of me gleaming in the golden sun.
I glimpsed it for a second, it was a whisper...
All alone and one