A Storm / Poem by Meitar Hillel Kurman  

 
Poem by Meitar Hillel Kurman
 
 
A Storm
 
Our moods are fluid
Abysmal loneliness in the heart of the sea
A storm of emotions quickly subsides
The line of the oximeter blanket
Man stands at attention and falls silent
 
And our moods are moving
From childhood innocence to the abyss of oblivion
To butterfly swimming and water repulsion:
The wounded man is also helped by the sailing wind.
 
And in your beautiful face the beauties of the world are spread out
When you cry the dew falls
And when you smile, the wind returns in blessing
 

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