The fall to the bottom of the sea a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.

[M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.]

In the noise of the city I flew high in the sky to  nearing other the planets and stars .

Then I fell to the bottom of the sea where the jewels the creator paced them in hidden places.

There were some rain drops on the living and the dead people in cemeteries .

They were touching things and escape from the land of wars.

Then I relaxed in the pub in the view of a Balkan bird with a long beak.

There was a dance where magnetic field and the singing nightingale.

Then  the inspiration of Iron Surat  was  revealed to His  great servant the owner of  glorious Creations.