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sefira_tziyon
sefira_tziyon
F I'm trying to navigate the complexities of identity, religion, love, and belonging through writing something I hope people can find relatable or intriguing. / I write mostly for myself and what cannot say aloud. I'll be happy if you like my work :)
Deep in my soul, I know that someday I'll see a kid of another woman, Carrying the eyes that I fell in love with To whom I wrote a serenade under Riga's gloomy sky
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Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 7:15 PM UTC
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Ya amar, Whose name I'd never mention here. You erased the borders on my palms And planted olive trees in my heart Your eyes which glimmer with pride over your roots, But tore mine in pieces. This hazel gaze never belonged to me, It lingers at the soft smile of Justine... Who you may call a friend, but by G-d, she's way more to you than you'd admit Raised in Jerusalem, hayati Ibn Al quds, that's what I call thee. Palestinian blood and zionist pride, and all in between Sharper, than the dagger stained with my blood..
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Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 7:15 PM UTC
ya amar
We'll raise the kids with brown curls and olive skin, I'd rather them have your nose, Built as a tower of Lebanon, looking towards Damascus Perhaps my eyes, the ones that soften at the mention of your name Ya amar, under the chuppah, you foretold our future like a blessing And I whispered amen Sacrificing everything I've had For us.
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Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC
my will
You know, when I first saw you, Your dark eyes locked on mine, like the gates of Damascus One smile is all it takes, and in my soul, I know you're the one. The answer to all my prayers Hashem listened, and you're the witness The testimony to Zion, I knew who you were, You haven't opened your mouth yet. For me, this felt like something sacred The moment that existed only between us For a second, I've felt that maybe you see it, too That maybe you cared enough to greet or look? Torn between two nations, With hot blood and a cold mind You won my heart before all the wars Killing me softly, without M16 or intifadas Fighting for my freedom, Fight for the freedom of my soul that you've captured, But I didn't protest. Your curls are a testament to my faith, Inshallah, I'll clip a kippah to them one day And see the soft smile at the corner of your lips... To the one who made me see the beauty of your people
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Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 7:12 PM UTC
you made me see