O distantly mean cloud!
Don't you see?
Don't you gather?
The weather is angry and freaking out ..
I look out for you and for myself
while you keep running
from me and fade out ..
O sole cloud!
this earth is full of thorns
without you.
and the panels of my cottage
are sad and dark ..
Don't be like the false world
appealing to hypocrites
giving them fake crops ..
and to the good folks
making a waste land ..
~ Chokri Omri
