Seasons Of Life Poem by Soran M. H

At first it was a breeze
That crazy lightning bolt
struck last night
burst doors from frames
so that hearts forgot sorrow
Without knowing that love, loyalty and humanity
became the Bermuda Triangle
....
At first, it was a small tear
that crazy summer storm
the huts of trust were destroyed
the lanterns of sight were extinguished
So from which direction?
will light return
to the souls ancient city
Its columns broken long ago
....
If there's nothing left to say,
after the poet said 'don't blame who wants to be drunk'
then why pass by here
and you see death raising it is head
from the window of the top floor of Knowledge
leaves the travellers one by one
To kiss his head
.
It was dark blue, like the colour of the sky at evening
that friend who
who didn't want to wear this season's shirts
He left naked
and the bag of his age was carried on his shoulder
....
In the beginning was the light of a lamp,
this angry thunder!
Burning dry and wet GRASS OF generosity together
Brook of knowledge has been polluted
So what is the origin of this dark ruin
and time is wrong
its calendars are strange to your memory
While Narcissus has a short lifespan
It is in a vase in front of a mirror
In the bedroom looking at itself
without seeing anything!