Glide Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Glide

Let me out
What is in?

Majestic is sky,
Blue, white with cloud,
I look and falls my jaw.

This is after rainfall
With thunder and its shout
That broke and dropped
The trees in the town.

Not many had good night
Some shivered, got hiccups.

Pleasing is changes,
Comforting and serene
To the mind and the eyes
All the way to the heart.

See eagle flying?
It shows its royalty!

Yes, is far, as if dot
On paper, motionless,
But look long and stare,
Say nothing, hold breath
Consider it research,
Study, read, turn page.

Lovely king is ruling
Over wind, so calmly.

Focus on warring wings
When facing a headwind
And the neck and the tail
Leaders in commanding
The fighters, advancing.

Close eyes for a while,
Picture canvas, brush.

Paint cliff, a tall rock,
At its edge is someone
In moment, he may fall.

Now look back at eagle,
Handsome, gorgeous, great,
On throne, sublime and stable.

The war zone is sky,
Wind attacks from sides,
Ambushing the head, tail
Even on right and left.

And eagle is noble…

Recall my brother's:
"Take from unaware
And give it to aware."

He meant in everything,
Everyone, everywhere,
From food to manner,
History and culture…

People with condition
For skin, hair, and air
Do not know, epsilon!

Are spoiled and silly
Truly are "Sissy! "

Have slept on the rock,
Gravel, earth, and dust
Then after on mattress,
Soft, from the feathers
After had travelled
For long, in the desert,
So, know joy, pleasure,
Same it was for plate.

Let me out,
What is in?