Only A Second

Clouds are passing differently Always in change: Shapes, colours, directions… Sometimes become glasses In the eyes of all divided territory! Other times become White hats on the tops of high mountains They come From the far orange horizon Like a lily Full of hope, beauties But sad with the howling wind They are not sure Whether the soil Which has not seen - any shore of a wide sea yet Will allow snowflakes Enough time to live? Or giving them a chance To share a smile With silent chimneys Before Consolatory tears of clouds Are announced And put a black banner On the dusty trees Beside long- elusive roads Till yesterday They were Bright, full of life But now Motionless, without soul Out of minds Absent from all records Such as Never existed