Clouds fly ahead, an illusive eye arises in the center of the bosom
God's wet eyes peeping in the house of Virgin Mary
All vultures of the town leave an oblique look
Their wives started to strike, mourning in the procession
In the river of mourning fish-mothers swimming in reverse
Dowel* is starting a duel against Hawk
Animals are walking leaving legs in the sky
All bees have fled, unprotected beehive
On the night-eye of the maiden a lonely candle is being lit
Sick buds in the branches of rose are opening new eyes
Rivers have eaten all dry lands
The green delta smiles in the happy sea
The black hole is rolling back the net of dark
And tears of a destitute child have been stopped.
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