Grey Poem by Nigar KASAP

Nothing else could make me
happy but a childish memory.
Splendid images chased my
ice-covered mind that was
once lively and pretty.
And those unforgettable
sorrows killed my soul but
remained as a celebrity.
What was that? By your side
your highness was that your
generosity?
You were lost in page of an
ancient romance with a color
grey what a pitty!
I fond you in the red of
the tulips like a bloody
wound deep in my heart but
still lovely.

Nigar Kasap