You... O Serenity! Poem by Soran M. H

There is always a hazy space,
open between us,
gray and untouched,
often turning black with someone,
but with you,
it adorns itself in its most beautiful forms...

When the dust of storms weighs down shoulders,
it ends with a sweet breeze,
settling in the heart,
repairing surface and core,
so that its melodies flutter
as if you had never seen the whirlwinds...

You have transformed many neighborhoods,
and restored the pulse of life to places.
not one, not two, not three.
but it was quickly uprooted by the claw of ruin.
then to a distant world, in some corner,
there is the chamber of dreams.
with the first step inside,
Loss and Pain are stripped from your feet.
the hallway will become the sweetest jewel.
new seconds, moments, linger.
do not look back.
no evenings spent waiting for tomorrow..

Every opening is a bud in the vase.
every nest a swallow builds in the corners of the ceiling.
brings a smile to the lips of your horizon.
these are the meanings of small happiness.
do not need philosophy lest it fade away.
you will not hear the frivolous clamor of life,
only a quiet rhythm.
passing through your day like a breeze through the clothesline..

As long as there is a new day,
even if the wicked remain perched at the top!
and the stock market is bustling with noise!
their hair has turned gray with age,
You will not pass by those rituals
and happiness begs there,
as long as cats meow and circle around you
and life is fragrant with the scent of rain on your soil...

Places!
O possessor of feelings and secrets
If you are harsh and hard-hearted
peace be upon you from afar,
do not delay the path of return once more...

You!
O tranquility, tell me:
how does the onslaught of resentment break
at the gates of your fortresses?
You, the color of pure crystal!
how can rust not touch you?
and let no filth cover your features
let your rug's face remain soft and fragrant...

They are like drowned men
seeking refuge in the riverbank weeds
when they realize that the bullets is deadly,
But you
always you have presence
in the garden of tranquility, dignified
a blooming rose,
and thus you deliver
The trust...