With A Kite
With a kite up we fly
The sky comes nearer and nearer
And feeling the scorching heat on Daedalus' wings
We fall like a living legend
into the thicket of trees.
We yearn to touch the palpable dust of the earth
in the month of Av*
* Av the eleventh month of the Jewish calendar, traditionally a period of mourning for the destruction of the Temple |
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