You pass through the prism of the Time, Thy life is a segment of it. Amid the dense woods, elder bushes and high pines You constantly strive to exist.
Your feathers are odd among others – They’re lucent and white, just like snow. Their beauty surpasses that of eagles and hawks, when you hover Amid the fluffy clouds of the celestial pond aglow.
A wand’rer eternal and dreamer, You’ll always abide in Heaven, And when the good hour of your clock of life strikes, you’ll ascend in your Glory forever, You’ll shine in the darkness–the only white Raven.
Welcome, welcome White dove The hatred wall That estranged cousins Have begun to fall When love Incarnated in white dove Started to fly high Over Ethiopian- Eritrean sky. Welcome, welcome White dove You are an antidote Border dispute to solve.
A black creature sits in front of me A mysterious yet beautiful creature I reach my hand out to touch the creature and it disappears Crafty creature isn’t it? The creature came back again tonight This time right in front
Poetry wound and a large schism starts an invasion. Numbness pours out. You become nobody; depart without a farewell. A crazy word is lost and a delirious search is initiated. Bit by bit coexistence is found between the sheets. Unwrap
This night of the long vigil has betrayed my soul. Columns of smoke arise from the landscape of shrines. There is no need now, to sing the praise of oblique wars. Truth has made a big dent in my heart.