This is the noise of cars
stuck in traffic beep-beeping. Close
your eyes. Things are
beautiful. The street leading
to the main square
is now asphalted, gas lamps and
flower pots on the windows, trees
going into bloom, lilies
along both sides.
I cannot imagine any of the realities of war, of hearing it, living it and breathing it. This poem was like a blooming of hope. It made my heart joyful that you can see this life again. Truly, life. Flowers, traffic noises and the routine of what many call part of their every day life.
So glad you've made it through. This poem is seeping with strength, character and soul <3
Only one who went through the sound of war would appreciate the beauty of traffic's sound. A beautiful note, heart-touching note. Maybe one day, the streets leading to every corner will be asphalted and every window will place its pot.