The sound of lightening and the scent of wet lands

I stand in agony around thousands of thorns

there is no pacifism ,no amity only the everlasting hell-fire,

there is nothing except adversity and pains 

endless gravel and thorns all around me

I walk with my wounded heart and tears  

nothing lovely, nothing beautiful 

I search my heaven everywhere 

but I only get rewarded by stones.

My white flowers are dead in my hands
neither my flying dove with my dope
endless the walk ,endless the adversity
the dead sky and the dead earth

I am surrounded by the devils
they laugh in devilish way and scare me 
make me caged and I scream for freedom
but no one cares no one looks back. 

I lie down inside the cage and my eyes gets closed 
I see the open wide grassland and beautiful hills 
I see I am standing there looking at the sky
I look at my feet ,I feel the reality of abandon. 

I breathe, I fall in love with the green
I walk over the grass and walk over the wet lands
the scent of wet lands makes me joyful and attracts me heavenly 

and I feel like diving in the air

The cold air blows and I hear the sound of lightening

It makes me open my arms and opens my tied hair

and it makes over all the complications and

my dream was overwhelming 

But suddenly I opened my eyes, my beautiful dream was over

I was again in the cage, again with the monsters 

I begged for my dream again  and begged for 

the sound of lightening and the scent of wet lands.