Sitting on the beach on the Tel-Aviv promenade.
Warm, caressing, winter sun
and shiny blue water.
It can't get better than that? Oh well,
Why can’t I be completely here when I am here?
Faraway visions of dark green forests
Images of another blue ocean
Keep floating in front of my eyes.
Can't be entirely there,
When I am there
I long for the air that engulfs me,
I miss the well-known language ringing in my ears.
Fragments....torn sentences....familiar smells...what was and will never be again.
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