I am wandering between the ruins
Unstable winds stop and blow again.
Screaming above my head a crow
Is it calling my disaster, or warns me?
It cannot talk that, how can I know?
I am wandering between the ruins
It blows outside, undecided winds.
The street is singing its own song
in a pell-smell...
Trash cans full.
Doesn't matter how much eats
Human even if,
though hungry soul.
Where, did I start the journey?
How many days?
How many months? maybe year...
Anymore I don't know
I don't know anymore
Where's paradise, where's hell
Leila Cankaya
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Between the Ruins
PoetryThe man cannot find a living person in the secluded places, a lonely walking between the ruins...just a crow maybe his friend or calling the disaster.
