Come hold me close for a second
don’t say a word and don’t ask
fleeting moments like this as you know
exist without future or past.

They pop up all at once in a sudden
and so soon become yesterday
moments so dear as this present
will quickly fly far away.

Don’t think of today or tomorrow
hold on to this moment for now
with its scent of flowers in springtime
that bloom without promise or vow.

©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
Original poem Hebrew, Jerusalem 1970
English translation March 31, 2020 | OC, California

Photography Asaf Fulks at The OC Recording Company
Canon EOS 1DX X Mark II | Canon 24-105 f4

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