CROUCHING FIRE
The light will shine
Between the bars
dusk dungeon,
The curtain of captivity will be torn,
As if from a lamp
Other than the stars,
A winged breeze of a dream
Sometimes it is permissible
And sometimes it is impossible,
Time gives birth to days
They don’t resemble each other,
As if this universe,
He no longer needs us,
The streets were filled
With broken faces,
And frowning souls,
The past was living in the present
With the flavor of tender hope,
And today it is falling
Moans and moans
On the edge of the universe
And the edge of galaxies
We all look out
From one balcony
And we watch life
And our silence is falling
From the gate of a large prison
It brings us together without borders
And our faded moon
He touches the roses
There is no peace for us today
Only after crossing
All fronts
Our bodies died
And our souls are still hanging on
Between darkness and light
With sad eyes and tired languages
We wait near dawn
Where hope will pass
But the drums of war
It knocks on the banks of hearts
Our wings are broken
And our tears flutter from afar
This is how we experience our constant sadness
On the waiting side
We are all matrixed
We live with dignity or we die with honor
But they both became cheap,
After a generation of remembering
You will give birth to a rhyme of the night
Our passage from geography
With bloody feet to the point of bleeding
Infinite distances
We were filled with music and music
Our sad melodies
We are steadfast to this day
We live in darkness
bright sunshine,
We carry our silent dreams
Let the ear drums ring
one word
In the voice of humanity
keep us alive,
But their tongues got wet
From its roots
And everyone was silent,
Hypocrisy reigns on this land
Everyone swims in his interests
Selling humanity for a low price.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
