Do Not Walk Poem by Soran M. H

Despite everything that's happening
You haven't left yet,
You are still in the early stages of arriving
past always repeat itself
in the memory
....
Laughter, tears and....
What about you?
These mazes
The superficial sparks of the world are enough
Soon we were drawn into a swamp
sudden drowning
whirlwind
Keeps us away
from the banks of reassurance
the moving storm
scattered us on the plains of turmoil
....
No poetry
Calms the splendour of this era
Except for missing kindness
Or sincere tears of withdrawal
In a past sentence
....
how frozen are relationships
under the almond trees
they sharpen daggers
and those feelings are in the dust
It looks like a tombstone from afar...
....
What can we do?
suddenly
With a brief flash between pale clouds
They laugh
and forget the shadows of the coming nightmares
Or by creating fake happiness
They are ignorant of the flood of bitter facts
....
Who trusts the smile of the oppressor?
Except for borrowed masks
Gathering in the fog
And nothing remains
Except Real faces
without a smile,
Without uttering a word,
and without sight
rather than
with a bow of the head they leave
They don't want to look
again
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