I am a little man, I am thinking the future..
In the evening before the sunset You broke my heart with your black words… Black like this black boat…. But the sun will always shine… You will not close it…
< I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet— And I tip—drunken— Let no Pebble—smile— ‘Twas the New Liquor— That was all! by Emily Dickenson
I was looking at you from the old white window Before you made me an unhappy shadow…
The shadow man is waiting still under the tree in moonlight….
Dream, by Serkan Çagri
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