Standing here thinking as I look out
This window
A basic view
But if you look closely
The grass isn't just green
It's a variety of colours
Fallen from the moving tree's
They strain in the winds relentless voice
The echoes of puddles
Move outwards trying to escape their end
The rain that falls to its uncertain destination
The one tree that doesn't seem to move
While the others move, groan break in the wind
The odd plant
The multiple cracks in the concrete
The symbol through the tree branches
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
The Poetry Gripe
ŞiirWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
