BRIGHT
I see you brighting
When I look at the stars every night
Your hair in cool wind that softly
And you dancing with moonlight
Your eyes are shining in the dark
And the moon gives me a mar
I’m rising to get the roses
But the thorn hurts too hard
When the time comes
And we see each other in dreams
This could be a Heaven
Otherwise this could be a Hell to me
Nezire ÖZTÜRK,TÜRKİYE
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