POETRY FOR FRIENDS
With the wind I hear your story.
From the far marginalized.
You are still looking for something
Named humanity
Together the night I reached my dream
from love to human beings and nature
You are still looking for something
Named justice.
The birds fly wide
The elderly horns were flying out at the highway
The rain went down to earth
and all the beloved will be fertile
Together with sunshine, along with suria.
With the rain I think you wet
from the almighty blessing
finally you meet something
named peace.
@tahu32