The shout of flowers

 Let a shout grows slowly
Let it lights the darkness of ignorance
Let it uproots trees that without roots
Trees that their fruit are embers on plains
Tellers that circulated the news & enjoyed the murder said:
Flowers were throttled in the garden
And were abandoned under the darkness

Flowers sleep in our hills
Like a river without rain
Who will implant the flowers that are looking regrettably
At the past then being confused?

Flowers that are becoming beautiful
Are waves that becoming green in water, and in dresses
A sealing, an ambitious hoarse,
And a molar that milled the power of the lions in there forests

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This are their hands if they unit
They will implant flowers as pegs
That the embers cannot make them coal
And scatter them as straw

No, the snake cannot hide its venom
And the insult of the cuffs