Vines climb the sky
Broad leaves that widen the
Summer flames
An oasis of realism
In the form of grapes
As the water of the kanji
Dangling with uncrystallized white emeralds
Death is another kind of realism
Pushing the old city and Maza, inch by inch
Pushing to the dizzy heights
The self-fighting of gnarled vines
A green raging force
Lifting the savage, powerful vine!
Could it be that the vine we see
Is it possible that the vine we see is only a stand-in for the invisible tree?
Their struggle in the sand and under the blazing sun
Are they just the feathers of our vain obsessions?
The sky, like a stone mill pressing down
It keeps on crashing the oasis and the flaming mountain
To make them sound like the moving melody of maqam
And from the depths of time, grind out
The juice and wine of grapes
About the Creator
Christy R Davis
If you want your dreams to come true, you must first wake up from your dreams.
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