You come and go with no traces left
as the flame of my heart rises and falls
You laugh and cry with no sounds heard
as the beat of my heart waxes and wanes
Distressed in the wake of a dream
I hear time passing in the sound of snow
Winter 2010 issue of Rust+Moth.
A Room of My Own: Tel Aviv’s Sunset Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCLXVII: "Israelis leaving in
record numbers"
*I turn, turning back *
*to see Tel Aviv’s sunset*
*for the las...
