Tag: eyes
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Summer
Summer, nights are round as is the moon / I love the windswept grasses and the face / of a woman / walking on silver paths deep in forest
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Landscapes
On an evening twilight corner / flames arise with thousand eyes / and the sky blue and blueness / the wandering Romani wildness / the moon
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What Does This Old Gray Jew Want From Me?
What does this old gray Jew want from me / who comes to me to visit every night / and weighs me down with sadness and dark fears / with eyes black holes with tears