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PROSA: Desert and the Remaining Water
Polarization, light, sand, sun, and moon converge without the sound of agreement. Its scope is called desert. The desert is a little hot, nothing. Something more interesting than him. The humans. Yes, the human desert. Humans swarm and become the culprits of all restless, sighing, and silence of other living beings.
Water that always seems to understand silently, reluctant even if there is an intention to torture the sand. Desert sand also feels lazy when dealing with water when angry. There is no life without life in this space, which when enraged outweighs the violence of water. Oceans and deserts understand that if they merge, new life is born. As the sand is helped to clot and fertilize, it is filled with the hope of the birth of unique plant babies without reason.
As for the misunderstanding, humans also have difficulty merging. If nature and other creatures are difficult enough to unite with different from each other, then humans are even confused about how to understand their fellow species. Many of the creatures named humans, easy to get along with animals, botany, and nature.
Sand children in the desert may be envious, they also need intellectual, moral, and physical quarrels with water, air, maybe even they also want to slap the ungodly jinn. But they were given a fate without a destiny. A desert like its neighbor, an ocean. Given a barren fate without being given a destiny to be able to rampage and overflow. In addition to humans, deserts are envious of their oceanic relatives. The ocean may have fared the same, it can only be in the box of its destiny.
However, the ocean has the advantage of moving. They move naturally due to the flexible nature of spontaneity. As for the desert, they need the wind to move. While the wind depends on the accuracy of the cooperation of air children. In the silence of the air children who always greet the night like a sea of death .. and creep down directly from the universe. Invisible himself flew flying around, participating above all the city and rural spaces or the surrounding nature. Always trying to penetrate the temples with the light of his eyes.
He saw floating souls with a million dream wings. And every creature who is resigned to the fatigue of his sleep. When the moon reaches the horizon, the city is in the darkness of night as the city dies. So death was always treading along the streets, with its very and very quiet steps between the temples .
He was careful not to touch anything. Until he reached the palace . He sank and vanished and there was no natural thing, which was powerless to block his steps. He stood straight beside the bed and stroked both his arms and all the other members. As for the desert, the wind, the night, or the day, which can never be separated from each other, they are like one or a pair of coin-eyes that have been entertained into a single atom.
Like red wine filled with lemon and tea in a combination of cups that are so beautiful. It all eventually becomes a water. The water that was a shepherd lived above the desert and a feeling of remoteness in the heavens of the earth. As for water, we are capable enough to quench thirst, but the desert breeze .. man is always wracked by silence and solitude in remoteness. Humans are actually a kara creature. Without exception.
But in that little quiet, it's okay. Man always thinks of a nation completely unknown. That place is amazing. Perhaps wishful thinking has filled every part of the mind. Between the sand and the water, never witnessed through the two senses.
Even I myself claim that the desert, is a desolate person to myself. The desert of man, again that simple. When the tongue is moved, my ears mean as if trying to hear the voice of solitude. I'm sorry, but I don't know anything like that. Material to the air, the stupidest thing is not to want to be smart using stupid means. Is man the reincarnation of chance? Yeah, it seems like it.
It's a pity that the strange sound infiltrated the sidelines of my cells. Male and female in half a perfect body. The humans. I might struggle to be that one beautiful creature. Man, again I bet to be the thing, which the mirror shows me.
Sometimes I think a thousand times to witness every mystery hidden in the water and desert. I laughed and then got clouded.
It is not stupidity, it may be a new way of desire in this age, so that souls are able to penetrate human helplessness.
Even the roar of the wind conveyed the message through the bamboo flute of the shepherd. Then brought by the traveler saying of gratitude.
It's just that with it all, this nature is far from the hatred that can be stimulated irregularly. When we return to water and desert, we are balanced human beings. We don't need to be cacti because water is always sincere in its trunk. The desert, which always tries not to hurt the water, lives happily with its crowd. The desert of man, again repeated. Keep each other in the unreadable affection of each other's roles.
Atomic bombs, nukes, hail, hand-stringed mirages, and all those readings that never made it into a grain of water. Not quiet. The heat is unbalanced. No one else understands the desert and a grain of water, must part well. The beginning and end are exchanged, reunited, then scrolled without adab and natural ethics belonging to nature. The water glasses broke, becoming the image of a man who split his heart. Several times put together but the water resists unnaturally.
The desert has separated. Return to a thick soil that precipitates polarization of the liquid. The desert and the ocean are fighting. Humans are panicking too. They are getting less calm with each other. The desert is gone. The mirage is seen growing in the distance of the land of the former airy desert. Water, desert, and man .. Can we live in the white again?