How grand you are!
As a rose.
Perfect.
Soft.
Strong.
Knowing.
Gentle.
Somehow the Yiddish clothes the words in warm coats. Gives chicken soup for healing.
Languages have a music. A melody. Even without knowing the meaning the sounds slip
together opening our hearts gently like a rose.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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