The grey Bay stalks the
Ir HaTachtit
Clandestine, in threadbare
Slippers, she creeps
The vigilant pigeons–
Our sentinals, all sleep
As the waters invade
And the city sinks.
Inbar Chava Frishman
This is my blog Like it, or not Some of it's good, (Most of it's not) But in the end, it Matters not; I Just needed someplace To ...
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