MY DESTINY

When I was a teenager
I read in my mother's book
((If the man wants to marry a woman!
{The woman is education, respect, ethics, tenderness and constant vigilance})).
I released the birds of my love in the sky of hopes
But they are lost in the fog of dreams
And they told me that they have seen:
One woman who smokes like the Holocaust
Another one who drinks alcohol and dances in the world of oblivion
The third one smells the white death
From the palm of her hand and wakes up in a coma
The fourth one her tongue rotates like a clock
The fifth one her mattress is aubergine
Her blanket is banana
Her pillow is cucumber
And confidently calls the Virgin Mary
I am still like you, virgin,
Waiting only for God to touch me
While the bird of my love still travels
In search of a green tree to build a nest
But unfortunately the season always is autumn
This is my destiny, I have to search the olive tree.

Some intriguing phrases throughout this poem.

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Nice poem .

Thanks lovely Juliea

May your birds be eagles who observe from on high, truth and pureness.

A blessing
from Ladywind

You are so smart Windy, but don't forget that my eagles fly with help of your wind.
Thanks for your calm wind.

Is this poem a bit like Noah's Ark, releasing the dove to find?

I visited many years ago the land where the first alphabet and the first civilization of the world were born, where Mount Ararat and its valleys, inhabited by the original Indo-European peoples, such as the Kurdish descendants of the Sumerians and some of Armenians. There is the site of Noah's Ark and the birth of Adam, Eve and Abraham father of the Jews as legends and religious books say, and I am still influenced by it.