Poet

One third of summer behind us
We get close to eternity
In the name of Merciful God!
Master of worlds
And a poet writes a poem
In speakers radio plays
And the sun
Alternately dances with rain
My heart is burning
My eyes are in tears
Wars start and end
Satelites orbit
And a poet writes a poem
Breaths a breath after breath
In the name of Merciful God!
Master of worlds