Good Poetry Poem by Soran M. H

One day,
on the edge of utopia,
you watched migratory birds cross the sky—
unbordered, unguarded.
Each year they return
for only a handful of days.
This time they arrived
carried on a wave of poetry.
Poetry start to fly,
became a bird among birds,
flying in shared rhythm
through heaven.
Suddenly
day folded into night.
Utopia slipped into dystopia.
you could not tell
Nightmare from reality.
Before you vanished
with the flock,
before they passed from sight
into grey horizon,
you wrote a red poem.
Every station in the world
read it.