Naftali Primor, Poetry

נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

משורר צעיר בליבו ששירתו התפתחה בגיל מאוחר. הרגישו מוזמנים להשתתף בחווית שירתי.

It is the Freeze

I have had more than enough of the
Bitter frozen nights
Months of no sun
The trees are black
Their roots lifelessly stack
In a frozen ground

The latest days brought a warmer wind
I pick up sound of far away
Flying geese
Not sure if it's a wishing dream

I walk on a frozen lake
Still and solid
But found a crack
It's new a first coming

If I stay, it might open up
Swallow me as one
Suddenly it comes to my mind:
That the freeze keeps me alive.

May 15, 2015