Icicle Poem by Engin Kavrak

Dartly spike, a flake
Broken dreams in its break
Shatter in a dozen flake
Freeze on to the curtain
Of a vast sky in burden
Less then the greeting snow
More in the second of a drop
In mere seconds fills the flow
Ice is a candidate of the snow
Dancing under the moon
Singing a new day's greet
Life is less or more in fleet
Consciousness a horizon bleed
Set a white sheet of bliss
Amongst the strongest trees
A day's moon on the angle flees
An icicle on the moon side trees
Beauity on the shine levitate
A rose by the pine in haste
A calm set of the moon's sake
And a dozen icicle break