climate of heart

Daily the desert storm occurs here

The pain and the sand in the rain of eye

Mixed through the deep sight

Becomes stone, the heart.

 

Cutting that stone

Civilization is written.

In the saffron color;

In the dark of every dark moon here.

Mechanical wheels in blind hand rotate.

 

Mirage in the turn of fate

A long time over

The blue covering painted every day

Becomes heartless cover.

It changes the calendar written with sweat,

And the history is written with an alphabet of blood.

 

The climate of heart changes never.