19 Mayıs 2016 Perşembe

The Brightness of The Darkness

Black were all streets of the town
You were trying to paint white
Each stone you step
Every brick you touch
Each and every leaf you smell
Yet were black, stones bricks and leaves
You were tryin to paint them determinedly
You would like the sun rise on shadows
Hazy pitch black darkness dispers and end
Before the souls disappear
Only seagulls would hear your songs
You would sing blue
Seagulls cry blue
Blue rain would fall drizzling
The sun hide
The white be embarrassed
And paint blue
All stones bricks and leaves