Identity: The onslaught of my modesty and existence in the brutal society, manufactured a rebellious bird in me And it never tried to quell its anger, discharging fire to finish everything, spoiling aesthetic nature. Nature lost every pride And it's pulchritude, the tree succumbed to lose its vitality. To calm me down And to control the annihilation, she incarnated herself into a blissful woman. The halo of her killed the rebellious bird in me, giving birth to my own identity. Again, I fell in love with life. Again, I discovered the reason to survive. I Iept with her in love to love the aesthetic nature and the surrounding ambience. #nojotoenglish,#poetry,#poem,#halo,#love,#bird,