ALCHEMY
Five days after cloudy skies roll in,
Four from the edge of rain’s soft veil…
I count the drops and wait for gray to thin,
I count the hours of metal, white and pale.
Each street becomes a mirror to my doubts,
reflecting dreams more innocent than bold.
I shout for joy when sunlight parts the clouds.
My silver world has turned from lead to gold.
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FRIDAY NIGHT PIZZA
שיריםThis is poetry about normal, ordinary life. Some of it will rhyme. Some of it won't. But I sincerely hope that anyone who stumbles across this will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
