LAST DAY
It was a Sunday morning
That day, our last day
We walked on the each
When your hair was wavy…
You and me
How wonderful day had we lived
Knowing that those days wouldn’t lost
A nice friendship during a few weeks holiday
At nights, under the trees
In the arms of loneliness we would chat
Years have passed since splitting up,
I could do anything to see you and hear your voice
Your jetblack eyes,
Your wavy hair unforgettable
Never think you have forgetten
You are not forgetten…
Erkay Enes KARAKUŞ,TÜRKİYE