Welcome to my poetry world-09-03-2023

The sky is blue, the mind is bored. The sun is lazy, the clouds are standing. I see there is no reality. A dream that was far from my thing. Sky is infinite, far, high, vast. An ideal that stuck in our minds. There are the stars, there is the moon. By erasing all the words of the world, he made a beautiful idol in the hands of the Lord. But why are they there? They exist because there is the promise of life. They are there so that when we are bored, those stars come to us and say, there is more to your life. That sky inspires us, improves our faith, and removes anger from our minds. So I write poems about the sky,

The springs empty into the sea and the river merges into the sea.
Mud flowers bloom on the banks of the river, and the fragrance of the water mingles with the sea.
The sea then brings it up and weaves the dream of water in the air.
The river sings with him, the ocean sheds divine colors with him.
Enthusiasm mixed with different colors in the sea of life.
With him the goal is never, he does not mix the speed of the river with the sea.
But that river becomes one with the ocean that is the lifeblood of life.
In one they are the inventors of two natures, the offspring of one earth, situated in a tormented boundless blissful environment.