Mystic Tzfat

Battles rage against the wind,

The cranes in strong winged flight,

Beside the moon the walls rescind,

To hasten the coming light.

This jewel borne amidst the hills,

Set amongst the mountains high.

Geraniums adorn the window sills

Painted blue, a morning sky.

Tzfat, you wait, our veiled refuge,

Unwearyingly to atone.

The rains arrive, this soft deluge,

To polish time scorned stone.

The essence of a dream comes whole,

Tzfat, this mystic city of the soul.


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