MEHMET GÜNES Poems

INKS
In midst of nowhere,
A human did stand,
With bitter to stare,
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People may perish
Yet words usually nourish
As mourning turns to mourn
While the vigorous sun smile and scorn
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Too much word,
Too much word,
Would let all down,
Too much word.
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As I sat down looking at a view,
With buildings to watch yet a few,
I saw nothing but sadness,
I saw nothing but madness,
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