Visions

Visions
Smoke rising, sweat pouring from an elegant young man who left his date to meet with his beloved to support his mother, palm trees humped his back in grief over the last date that fell with the explosion of desertification.
All colors of sadness blended to form an image of the dairy cow that pleased the eyes with its yellow color.
On the side of the road, a young man fell from the impact of bullets and his soul ascended to heaven with tears in his eyes from the impact of tear gas, or perhaps tears in the case of his bereaved mother, his mother, who gave everything she had for centuries and received only incurable diseases, bilge water and blood.