Do Not Walk

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 ***