* The world is deaf, remaining
silent,
No matter of the storms,
tornadoes
Hurricanes –
Depicted as the “down world”,
It makes its orbit to the
sunset.
All we are so blind, so weak,
even dumb.
As babies, just starting
crawling,
Living in the darkness of the stream –
Masses of mud, not pure rivers.
Our souls are painted in red,
Our eyes painful from light –
We just hide under the
bottom,
Under The bridges, the nets,
Under the fake looks, fake
ideas…
Braking illusions dry as concrete.
Are we priceless? Are we
eternal?
Wouldn’t we perish one day?
What power holds us here -
On the floods of the time in a
swamp?
What we need to be proud of?
This is our dominion – nations,
Spreading wars, blood and
hopes.
As living corpses some people walk.
does love still touch our hearts?
Yes, but hidden indeed
its in eternal Crystal
searched beyond nine mountains
Beyond nine forests – at the
end of …
Life.
n.nour * 9
