Soran M. H


Only a second


Clouds are passing differently
Always in change:
Shapes, colours, directions…
Sometimes become glasses
In the eyes of all divided territory!
Other times become
White hats on the tops of high mountains

They come
From the far orange horizon
Like a lily
Full of hope, beauties
But sad with the howling wind

They are not sure
Whether the soil
Which has not seen -
any shore of a wide sea yet
Will allow snowflakes
Enough time to live?

Or giving them a chance
To share a smile
With silent chimneys
Before
Consolatory tears of clouds
Are announced
And put a black banner
On the dusty trees
Beside long- elusive roads

Till yesterday
They were
Bright, full of life
But now
Motionless, without soul
Out of minds
Absent from all records
Such as
Never existed

Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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relationship between a story of one drop and the weakness of human being

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