"Sacred Season's Life"
Just started writing poetry and will never finish with any degree of success.
Winter's words are frozen and summer ones are burnt.
Spring and fall are so beautiful, they can't be disguised in words.
They make me too lazy to write about them.
Want to lie down and bask in their beauty.
Here I lie in my non-existent days, listening to my dybbuk's piping music.
Sleeping, I see myself on an operating table, while in a dream and writing to you.
Jonathan Billet
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