You...

You...
The shepherd ....
Who mastered my thoughts
For a long time
You led your followers 
Using a non- words language
Today you are not playing
Your usual sad tune
Nor leading the troops of my thoughts
Instead...
You are guiding the flock of birds
Towards the valley of my mind
Where The green pastures
I recommend you
To join the nearest shelter
Don't you hear the thunder
Announcing the presence of the storm
Or ...
you prefer writing a poem
Under heavy showers
Nevermind...
Whatever your decision
Don't forget your followers
For them ...you are the master
Who never miss wisdom
~~AD~~
June 2018
~ Aziza Dahdouh