--by Efrat Malachi
The more you give love
The more an angel's cup fills
The more holy wills
The moon rises bright
Not to replace the sun’s height
Both work day and night
Cradles me asleep
The sea is a lullaby
Rocking back and forth
The jungle runs wild
Beastly freedoms take control
Running forever
A tall tree bending
Feeling the downs of the day
Meeting me in pain
Colors shedding through
Along the rainy pavement
Now searching for gold
Seeing the sign up
Doesn’t mean being fluent
Speaking its language
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