Where shepherds haunt would I be seen,
and rest me in oases green.
When with the caravan I fare,
shawl, coffee, musk, my merchant's ware.
No pathway would I leave untraced,
to the city from the waste.
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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גם זה יעבור
“Fatima” by K’naan
Is it true when they say all you need is just love?
What about those who have loved,
only to find that it’s taken away?
And why do they say that the children have rights to be free?
What about those who I’ve known,
whose memories still lives inside of me?
(Source: thewestostlicherdivan)