I still remember the days of hazy heat
can't forget the sweetness of the nights
mellow landscapes of forever child,
the touch of the sea at night, dark,
gently swaying - the seaweed that gets
entangled round my unsuspecting hand
the old ancient language keeps coming
back - its words like flowers of stone
bloom in the medows of my mind -
and an old childeren's rhyme keeps chanting
keeps repeating in my head - is, like
maybe a sign, of a new turn in time
by Nomi Ben-David
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