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  Orit Shimoni

A Poem

11/22/2012

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We utter hope

Whilst there is doom in our heart

Because we must, we must.

But must we not also pronounce that doom,

To air it, our grievance,

To announce it,

 Forewarn?

What is our obligation

Regarding knowledge,

What is our duty in expressing,

Versus,

Withholding.

Who and what are we protecting?

Ah, but in the letting out, in the mixing flows

Be not so afraid to intermingle,

For there forms the colourful stream

That is reality itself


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    Orit Shimoni, AKA Little Birdie, is a traveling writer, teacher and musician.

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