Today is a new day to die!

The yellow beam is making its way

Through the clouds of disastrous horror

of the fading grey.

A mixture of both makes peaceful

Shades of the olive green color,

The ashes on the backyard flower

Makes a puzzle only a Gazan

Could easily figure:

A man on his knee

With no ring or even a lover,

Howling, whining, screaming;

All together.

Yet, his wrinkles are still,

His lips remain one over the other.

Get closer! You will see

Two kids with their mother!

Like roots, their hands are sewed,

Like stems after terrible weather

Their legs are shattered.

Their necks bent over shoulders,

Same expression their faces convey,

Peacefully sleeping like toddlers,

While their utopian dreams stay

Alive only in their veins,

Three petals are gone,

Their chest at rest remains.

So, have you solved it yet?

Or do you need to pick

ِِAnother

Flower?