"Pregnant peace."

[Ris Yerg]

Gleam silver
Moon lit hills tops.
Golden spots
Of artificial lights
Shine in the valleys.
Spicy wings of night wind
Embrace the ancient city.
Sensation.
Sensation of civilian war.

[billy]

should it be hill?

i like the smells you allowed to pervade the poem.
i presume, though i could be wrong; it's about egypt.

[Ris Yerg]

Hi, Billy!
No, I wrote this in Jerusalem one night. It lays on the seven hills. And I wrote it last Autumn, not now.
Best regards, R.Y.

[billy]

thanks for the answer