The letter

Written in the middle of the night
Summer of 2024
Thunders roared in the horizon
Brought a rain of tears

The branches of olives
Ripped in fear
And rows of letters falling
Toward the hills

A peaceful phase
Is removed by the invisible shadow
Replaced by a drop of blood
Not from the eyes of the writer
But from a cloud
In the shape of a body full of holes
Drifting in the sky
Spreading like a tsunami
From the Death Sea

When an olive tree falls down
When someone’s shadow falls down
The letters is sent
Amidst the scream of the mailman.

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