Way of Us

Weeping voices of crickets
Have stopped abruptly,
When clouds did a big cough.

The bruised sky
fly high and shed feathers,
in the form of rain drops.

Dark magic sink
in temporary black streams,
Just let the earth drinks.

Yellow, Golden, Red and Green
Materialized light bulbs,
Skating over icy dark streams.

Throw away that historical hatred from our ship!
Float along with the wind,
Do you smell
Dare Rainbow is smiling on our way?

(BS)