The Eagles haunt
stealthily as drones
land on flowers red
and take off honey.
Flies, insects move
licking droplets drip
And pray Lord to prey
Buds with oily drops.
Syria..... Syria..... Syria! ! ! Its evident where you are taking us sir! Probably Obama might be the queen bee! And I suppose, by the time Syrian garden runs out with honey, the Iranian Babylon awaits. Please read, if time permits, my latest poem, The Unwanted Dream, on the same topic.
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow. Wonderful poem expressed very well...Loved it.