Kültür ve Sanat
Get Lost
here's a poem by me. hope you enjoy.
Just got back
From the undying blue
Sand is resting on your breast
I still can smell the salt from my lungs
You have the sun on your face
It shines with its all disdain
Going underwater
Getting rid of the stubs
Now the moon is on the sphere
Facing with our bed
We can't decide
If we are the ones who light the night
Or it's the moon sparkling at the sky
A soft kiss, a passionate touch
Voices get mixed with the dark
Now
It's the only time we’ve got
We shall cherish the flash
Or we’re gonna be lost in the pash.