The Poem Was Written In Mind And Lost
The poem was written in mind and lost-
Like so many thousands of pages
Like whole archives and whole civilizations
It will be unknown-
Dying happens all the time – naturally-
And staying alive is a limited option only
We cannot save our own holy words for long.
These lines too
Will be buried one day
In the eternal land of silence.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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