I named her Drora

I named her Drora

The moonlight has left me and the smile of my sanity

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While walking upon grass, a deserted plot, a foggy landscape

Silence as a package wraps contents which may surprise

From the first day I knew my limitations, and that a bomb may come-out from here

My inner psychologist will say that already then I planned it, from the first day

I went out and shouted a lot before the Lord