Bella Levenshteyn Tells Me of Her Dream
Last night I walked the corridor Of a private Yad Vashem On one side of the hall Are the faces of the slaughtered Stripped of their outer layers Led to the fire Returning to dust…
Last night I walked the corridor Of a private Yad Vashem On one side of the hall Are the faces of the slaughtered Stripped of their outer layers Led to the fire Returning to dust…