Love means…
To love means chasing a feather till your shadow’s out of breath: take me with you
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To love means chasing a feather till your shadow’s out of breath: take me with you
I’m all for a Jewish state stretching from Zimbabwe to the Islets of Capricorn.
the closest people are those I love to ridicule but never would
I thought I was carefree’s best man; the far horizon my close neighbour, so I thought
Like an egg hatching chicks your two hands, Mum, let go of mine.
I no longer want peace or a nation that lives in two states.
In prison he went on hunger-strike his guts alive in the hope of feeding tragedy
Evening with you is a sweetened night, you seem like the drops of dew