I just walked before through the green field, I dared, I believed that only a heaven in a hell fits. With the glanced of the wind, my flexible kite got possible to moved highly away. But then, i saw her, she was beautiful and her lovely it was just exalting to me. She wondered calming and i answered nervus about my flexible kite "it would not be true to say that my kite has not govern the sky". She doubtfully gave me encouragement; she ordered me to show her about my flexible kite skills. I head forward, while seeing the coming storm, the calming wind was not more but aggressive. I warned her, she laughed malicious and i cried with melancholy, with resignation, with a feeling of terrible defeat, then i understood that i loved her. After my melancholy, i felt very weak, the stormed was approximating, my flexible kite breaks, breaks in pieces, it tears apart and by myself, by the weakness i just dove into the storm, i let me fly by the wind, i just closed my sick eyes.
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Poetry Collection
ŞiirThe collection of poems is a compilation book of all my poems that are usually linked to topics such as pain, anxiety, love, loneliness, melancholy, despair and many more that you will discover by reading. Besides it contains my most tormented adole...
