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
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