The Valley

A valley that has penetrated the extension

its belly between the path

A valley in which his wishes have been fulfilled

In it, the nudity has been completed with him

A valley that has been isolated in isolation

And life is active for him

A valley upon which his hopes are poured and upon which he is entrusted

A valley standing on a hill

And it has no slope

A torrent running away

Warmed by caution

A torrent running safely

With it, he hopes for every connection

And carries the burdens, not

From it, with their abundance, he raises

And increases the burdens

His burdens at the places

And the depth intends it and does not

Find an escape in the extension

And the wind accuses the darkness

And wants to bring the focus closer

And the sign is the torrent that

Like the traces of whips

And the torrent descends, linking

Wishing to hasten its seizure