AKHARIN NAMEH (The Last Letter)
You slept without lullabies or stories
Sleep painless without an ache or anguish.
You will no longer see the hollowness of winter
In your sleep, you won’t pick any flowers filled with agony.
The sun will no longer burn your face
Nor will it leave imprints of a slap or wind.
No longer will you wake up with sorrow
Nor will you leave with doubts and uncertainties.
You left and put all the fake dolls behind you
You left footprints on the system of the jungle
Here, they are all troubled with kindness
Your couldn’t stay in this jungle
You took your heart to another place
A place where G-d will sing you lullabies
I know, I will see you another day
In a world, that has no fake dolls.
