Saturday, August 16, 2008

A poem by a true poet

When I was young I believed with all my heart
the Huleh swamp had to be drained
Then all the bright-colored birds fled for their lives.
Now half a century later they are filling it with water again
because it was all a mistake. Perhaps my entire life
I've been living a mistake.

Hah! Sad. Touching. I am a fruit, no?

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