BY YEHUDA AMICHAI Not the peace of a cease-fire, not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in the heart when the excitement is over and you can talk only about a great weariness. I know that I know how to kill, that makes me an adult.
The generous offering of rest for the wounds of the world.
I feel this poem deep in my soul. Thank you.
Wonderful poem wonderful poet
If only
Multiplicity 🙏