Billard Poem by Murat Halici

I have illegal statements
About why cries are so much silent
And silence is crying so much always
I have more deep analyze
My synthesises are weak
So I like rainy stories
And fens which run fast
The persons who has lost in love without messing with gamble
Who am I? I am happier from my neighborhoods in my upstairs
My neighborhoods in my downstairs are
happier much more from me
But I am happier than my building- wide
Life is playing all of us
Like billard balls
As a result