A shadow is hanged to hour-hand of the wall clock
Others are hovering around me
A horribleness is breaking away my torn past
Our laughing is squashed into a foxed photograph
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A good start with a nice poem, Murat. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
My pen is a hamal of embrassment İn the well in wich which aid to me I used up you deep inside of me With my wordbook. Very expressive lines. you write with passion...... thank u for this fine poem. tony