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Jan 2014
Too close to the sun
he flew
Too much
I wanted from you
The earth waits to catch us
as we tumble towards it
the sea winks and waves
the hills cup their hands
the trees raise their arms
I close my eyes
ready for the impact
But the sun is burned
to brightly onto my eyelids
the fatal embrace of the ground
cannot make me forget
the brightness I have known
Aila Natasha
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Aila Natasha
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   Lior Gavra
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