Our Summer is not Beautiful

expressive narrative prose poem

 

Our summer is not beautiful because our daughters do not have a new veil and our children do not have smiles. In summer the sea is without wind and the sky is clear, but the eyes of this world are blind to see my naked body. Summer here is very lightweight as everything; There is no dreams, no smile, no future and no souls, I mean; no life here in summer. Our morning is hot and empty and our evening is dry and painful. Our summer is not beautiful because its sun is dark and its stories are sad.