When young my blood raced in my vains
yet now, softly it hums in its darkened
maze, circling back to its beginnings,
away from the Hyena's laugh - or is it
the strange sound of a man agonizing?
yet, do beware my unleashed heart, for
there's only one more wish to go, before
we fall off the flat edge of eternity -
maybe our embroidered wings will stay,
as a token of love to those just born,
who have'nt yet forgotten how to fly -
Nomi Ben-David
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