Inside the flames, a peacock cries for the Yezidis' plight
Μέσα στις φλόγες, ένα παγόνι κλαίει για τα δεινά των Γιεζίντι
Everything is turning around. The fate of Yezidi's is the same as the fate of the world. In the flag of Yezidi's is Sun. The sun is always the enemy of darkness. It's sad and nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an imagination my dear poet. Excellent. dear Father.. tony