Inks Poem by MEHMET GÜNES
Inks
INKS
In midst of nowhere,
A human did stand,
With bitter to stare,
Lost, displaced in a land.
As the brown willow to call,
The sorrowful but crestfallen bird,
To hold nathless not to fall,
Tranquil, soundless for no word.
Neither the gloomy skies do blow,
Nor the woeful day to go!
Ankara, Turkey
28-12-2020
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