-The blind storm in the holy land

By Neo Orpheus

The tender blossoms are crumbled,

The smiley flowers are melancholy,

and the dancing boughs are drooped,

because of the blind storm of red zone,

that kept waving in the holy land for decades,

since the evil eyes, the offspring’s of one eyed

are on the divine souls.

Lying on the bed of eternal peace

the divine eyes wink the world,

I discern the agony beneath it,

I discern the odor of sealed nectar

and fountain of paradise in the red river

of Rafah,the dead pool of million souls.

From their sighs

I discern their weary journey of light years,

now the fluttering melancholy birds are

desperate to reach the sanitize sky

before the wild beasts cut the wings of their souls.

The earth is no more, the garden of flowers,

the bed of roses,than the coppice of wild bushes,

neither birds sing nor boughs dance

it's no more the nirvana of tender souls.