Fresh flowers of perhaps once grew
in a a landscape dewy and warm,
and I the best of gardeners knew
how to foster and keep them from harm.

Night after night, a sentinel
I kept watch tirelessly
to prootect my buds from the cold wind,
the wind of certainty.

But finding out my secret, the wind
coldly outwitting me,
turned my garden of perhaps
into a cemetery.

– Flowers of Perhaps, Ra’hel.

  1. I really like Ra’hel’s poetry. I heard she wrote a song about the Kinnereth Sea. Having been there recently and facinated by its beauty and history I was interested to read what she feels about the place. Would you have an English translation of that song/poem? Thanks

  2. See here.