Silent Whispers - Revisited

Like every other year, Autumn arrived with all its colorfully vibrant silence with each falling leave, my fears slipped away the fears which encircled me, since the beginning of my existence, The fear of remaining behind, and of running blindly, aimlessly, timelessly into the oblivion which always remains as such Fear of losing someone I belong to seeing all emotions flying in the air like white useless cotton fluffs here and there, everywhere. Fear of losing words, at a time when, They were meant to be delivered Fear of becoming a complete stranger in the eyes of someone so known This year, autumn came, bringing all its colors Yet I closed my eyes to its charms, As I didn't want the flood of memories make me flow in the river of Bittersweet memories.

In the wilderness of the desert Down the expanded landscape of sandy dunes and deserted mountains Along the bank of River Jordan the lush green olive trees of the Valley,  were breathing silently and resting in their mellow shades was a wandering soul, who beyond the predetermined boundaries of man-made geographical restrictions was witnessing along the river Jordan the rapture of this one forbidden land Where the brick walls and cobbled streets the olive trees canopying the waterfalls the dynamic domes and holy minarets and the pilgrims to the Western Wall. were all mourning and wailing together for the sadness from the holy sand was ever enough to transform them.