MY PRECIOUS BRIDE
My Precious Bride
The very first day we met
Our fates were made
She was the brightest light
Of the darkest night
Her hair like a never ending river
But the only color is amber
I question myself “Is she real?”
When I make her giggle
Seeing that piece of art
Is making me hear my pulse of heart
In the end, without regret
We feel the same as the day we first met
Still, she is my light of night
And I am her fearless knight
The tired eye lids hide
Fatigue of my precious bride
As her soul blends into air
Only thing I feel is my painful tear
My soul without delay follows her
An eternity we should spare together
FLAKE
Timing is everything. The vapor rises
high in the sky, tossing and now
then freezes suddenly and crystalizes
into a flake of miraculous snow.
For countless miles,drifting east above.
Whirling around in a swirling free-for-all
appearing aimless, just like love.
However sensing, seeking out, it’s destiny.
Falling to where a young couple stands,
hand in hand, then flips and dips
itself about to ever-so-gently land,
a miracle, across her unkissed lips
as he blocks the wind raging from south
leaning toward to kiss her lovely mouth.
Ertuğrul AKTAŞ
9-A
Mert ACAR
11-B
THE CLAPPER 2014 - 2015
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