Sitting at the doorstep of the destiny,
The rhyming soul sheds the tears of blood
There is no sound coming from the tune of humanity
And shine the very existence of a lady on my plot
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The inks of my pen are going to and fro in my life Ah the dedication of much reflection and alteration 'the ashes of cigarette packed with eyes' the 'Sitting at the doorstep of the destiny' waiting for time suddenly to shift to desired course the Turkish night holds hope and promises opportunities destiny awaits Okan Emanet to seize it by the throat :) Best Wishes my friend
A touching write, well presented. Enjoyable read! ; D
Wonderful poen, Okan, with unique and appealing verbalism. I wish and hope that your love be muted one day and turned into the heart of your chimera. Keep on inking. Best Wishes. Naseer
Very lovely write. I think many ladies by now envie you poetiwife so much. Keep wrting, Okan, your poetiwife can not resist for much longer.
this poem will let the EU give Turkey its membership immediately =) .. I adore your way of using metaphor you have wide imagination and great intelligence. thanks for sharing
excellent write! the last verse completes it so well. TOUCHE