Valentina Ii Poem by Murat Halici

Life tricked our childhoods
For a few liar truths
We sold our our dream courts
As increasing the walls
Life has hidden behind them
Silence was our language
Broken winged songs wrere at your palm
Flutters of your heart are outbreathed
I can read World now
At your retina at which bloody atlas were drawn


Everey poem keep quiets some
And every silence is a wall Valentina
A person listen personally silence mostly
And bury himself mostly
Not with grieving
As decreasing at every junction
As getting used to personally absence
Whereas birds must have before flied at our souls Valentina
So we have not proceeded still
At this at anchor world