Margalit Matitiahu
WANDERERS

 Again the stairs
again the same sea on the roof
and the sun goes on breaking

Do not let the terror love you too much.

We are wanderers
like some adventurer plants
passing in a place without a name
to the other side of fashioned illusion

There, columns of warmth
stand in silence
like your mouth in love.

Do net let the terror love you too much.
Translated by Rosaly Roffman

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