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MADNESS Maybe I was hungry once again I get exhausted and helpless I don’t remember, when did I lose hopes? Probably with the last snowing Nowadays streets are empty I can’t hear the children voice What about the other one? What does anybody get no news? I feed my pigeons everyday in the garden Black, White, small, big pigeons Do you think I’m lying? They whispered to my ear I should find a way to escape from the walls I am not able to miss out on scenery outside And flowers’ smell Just let me go The life is madness single-handed! Rabia Betül UZUN,TÜRKİYE • •