Inspiration: I have no idea
Word: Cradle
What do you make of?
A baby in a cradle
and a never ending dreidel-
life took up a stable
and built a big open nest in it
to live
to create
to sing songs of passion and hate
and forget about the harassin
of the devil's, ears-
among us in our mist,
I hear the devil's hiss,
Eve gave him a nasty kiss,
and now I'm stuck with this,
a baby, a cradle,
a never ending dreidel
appearing as life-
unstable
my hopes cracked on a table
I heed the evergreen
and inhale the quiet scent
It's here, that I squeeze happiness into my lap
and enjoy a sweet cup of bliss.
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