Birds made of glass
Bees of wax
Butterflies of plastic
Horses of sweet globules
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Happier than mourning. Tune than words. Look on Gaza. The tower of horizon. Of course, revival - hidden between all the entities - poet's prayer will rise. Stones will blossom. All artists create paintings, sculptures, drawings, ceramics, skilful, all - everything will be artistic. And the artist's work - one day will be destroyed. Poet is not the artist. Poet's words - is not artistic. Poet's creation - immortal. Poet - creator Representative. Poets will be perennial. To all of life. Poet's life ahead. Trampled under foot all the way to Earth. Anger, revolution, love, happiness, hope, prayer, sacrifice everything.
From the oblivion, people would awake In a body, and a carnival Spring out of deadly silence..... so nice thinking............
I wish lots of these people healthier and bigger than me will have self revival besides waiting from gov't hands out.
hope stones would bloom with the soft touch of moonlit as you say. good one Rahman ji! thanks for sharing! !
And From the oblivion, people would awake In a body, and a carnival Spring out of deadly silence Brother these lines are charged with highly poetic expressions, thanks for sharing.
Beautiful imagery and a great vision for the future.Nice.