Blood of YossefA Poem by itai
What is the last thing that the window saw
before it got smashed by the charging football? Wherein the whole matrix does the heart stand when a man has been thrown and left in a ditch for dead? where exactly is the needle in a hay stack? Must we only find out when someone gets pricked? Or when a tired mind pierces through a sleepless night in sweaty sheets? Does the sun even know why it rises in the morning? or does it just do what has to be done, with or without a warning? These are just the blind things of life, that help us to see beyond our physical sight. © 2014 itai |
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Added on July 30, 2014 Last Updated on July 31, 2014 Author
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