Look after the birds

نقاشی خیال با شعر · Jan 11, 2023 · 2m

I feel motions, flatters of a silent bird flying over far oceans As our bird presses the air down, the sound of her wings travels miles beyond before entering my body and making my imagination to shine She doesn’t take a rest, I know this, because the vibrations never ends or bends. Someone tell me what is the purpose of all this tense? She flies as if she is unaware of borderlines, why then the fools go to wars to guard these abstract lines? Why to fight to lock yourself up, yes that’s true, and if you believe in devils, tune your ears to hear the load sound of hoofs striking the floor when…