Requiem For a Little Girl
He did not know whether he was a prophet Or whether he was speaking of the past. Partly this was due to the December nights, Whose darkness appeared suddenly in the sky Like a mind whose memory all at once fails. Yet, Moishe knew this was not his mind, But the sky. He was speaking of the future. He saw a child tak…
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