Dreaming about the soft pillows,
I lick my wounds.
Cool in the summer,
warm in the winter.
That's how others live.
Trying to live through every day,
hunting for myself.
That's how I live.
a Hebrew poem
We've been learning about Hebrew poetry (the kind that's written in the Bible). It's not based on rhyme words, but on repeating or rewarding a line, expanding on a thought or stating the opposite.
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