Good Poetry Poem by Soran M. H

One day
on the brink of Utopia
you watched the migratory birds in the sky
No bordered, unguarded..
Every year they come back for a few days

This time anchored on a wave of poetry
Poetry would become a bird too,
They danced harmony together in the heaven

All of a sudden
the day became night
and Utopia became Dystopia
you didn't know
if it was a nightmare or the reality?
before you pass from sight with the flocks
completely,
you wrote a Good red poem
all the stations in the world read it