“about Israel and taking a lot of photos? maybe throw in something about awesome people on a trip going home and me being here and being sad because of it? anything is appreciated :)”
The photos show some Israel, but the Israel is here in the cloth wrapped around me
and the sandy dirt in my toes it’s in the people who came and the ones who left.
It’s a traveler’s place, with food ready to stir me from my stoop to the golden sunset.
Sometimes I miss
yesterday’s smiles, but in Israel, they come again with the spring fruits that touch life on the warm breeze.
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