The Peaceful tent

We have a colorful tent resembles the face of my mother who spent her life bringing peace from remote wells to irrigate our dry spirits. When the colors laugh to your eyes, you will know that it came from that tent, and when the sunset fades behind a gloomy moment, you will know that our peaceful tent has trembled. You know; by love, the flowers smile and by whispers of peace, the eyes of children get brilliant. You know, I'm a man from the East and my skin color is different from my western friend, but nevertheless, we are in an intimate relation that cannot be imagined by moon lovers. Yes, our tongues are different, and our skin are different but our spirits descend from that peaceful tent.

2017