Me And You 1 Poem by sabit ince

Me and you 1

I am in the sea of ​​sorrow
You at the grace of god.
I am in the land of poverty,
The warrior is in the pain of the suffering.

Robe of sternness and disgrace
I was made a Sultan..!
You godly homeland
I was left without a homeland.

Instrumental instruments, violin
Oh sir amannn.
My duvet is like a hedgehog
It hurts, man.

My heart is Ayizman oven,
My heart is in your hands
I'm rain snow age
You are the desert storm of the field.

My soul is devastated to you
My soul is in pursuit of mischief
You gave your mind
I look very bad
In this twist of fate..

Your pain and sorrow
Doesn't he have a change in weight?
I am a fine servant
World delight?

Sabit Ince kayseri 25.12.2020