While “as blowing out the warmth
of breath into the coldness
the rainy weather,
Tinking bout how this beauty
inebriate head
Thinking but couldn't find any meaning.
Why was that car passing by?
As looked with eyes
three degrees myopic,
as far as feel ,
a police car
passing by on that street,
took another smoke from
white wick cigarette ‘cause
the red and blue lights were flashing.
Snow.
Maybe not, but there was rain.
a few things that make happy
books, a cup of coffee or tea
lighters,
pocket knives.
(Uzun zaman sonra şiir denemesi:)