the river wipes my tears with the tidal
it's blue, innocent like my soul
the stream goes away like the nights do
as in town where the lights are gone off.
it seemed like there was lazurite lacing
on the riverside whispering edge
that was telling me something i needed
that could just understand all my rage.
i resigned that there's something consistent
the things i'm sick of and which make me so wild
but ripple shines showing the side of the west with
interrupting from sadness stuck in my mind.
but one day i received one letter
"you should go away now" it did say
my dearest river told me it's for better
so i can look at life in a different way.
i still remember that one our meeting
the last one, sun and sand, and it's July
the sound of current, i thought, it was flirting
when water touched tenderly the hand of mine.
it's time to say bye to the river
say "thank you" to this wonderful place
i'm scared if whenever i've fever
nothing will come to wipe my face.
YOU ARE READING
moonlight along the river road
Şiirthats my first poetry collection. i wrote it with my fragile heart and broken but still kind soul
