A house.
By a riverbank.
Sequestered.
I built me a house.
Scarcely visibly to the eyes of the clouds,
I built me a little life,
Just across the way from humanity,
close to tranquility.
I mistake the canopy for heaven,
my skin for earth.
A place to cherish,
A house.

Omer Zamir is 23, a poet, and very happy to share his works.