In the trendy Jazz club, in Tel-Aviv,
In the warm kiss of two properly-brought up teenagers,
On the waves of the loud music emanating from the fast, safe cars on highways,
Out in the cool night air, caressing the neatly carved kibbutz fields,
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I've a dream, your title was one, first selected Your song is a sadly, happy one. Especially, am I touched; 'On the wings of the minutest of prayers, fluttering up to God, Above, beneath, within every stone in this holy land, Poverty of morality flows.' We writers of literary informalities, need always be reminded that; 'Words Are Mightier Than The Sword' Wars hath no Victors 'Times' are a changin'' Shalom louie nissim levy
In the tsunami of pomes-mark this poet.