Jerusalem
Jerusalem a city, I would love to visit like a warm kitty. Walking on the blood dripped cobblestone, the many pathways from old will seem to groan. As I shop, will I need pieces of silver to drop? The sounds I can almost hear, people giving out a big cheer. Thousands of years of fear, yet it seems so very near. To visit one day, may my dream come true I pray.
Date Written: 12/16/2022
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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