A Poem About the Coming of Moshiach, by Anonymous Going, Coming, Stopping, Running. Crowds make way, For there comes a day, Of Moshiach. The clouds will part, The happiness will start, Forevermore. By Tzipporah Prottas|2020-06-03T11:01:05-04:00June 3rd, 2020|Poetry|0 Comments Share This Story, Choose Your Platform! FacebookTwitterRedditLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrPinterestVkEmail Leave A CommentYou must be logged in to post a comment.
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