Like the blackened stones
Of a camp fire
Are the days of my life
There will be more flames
More smoke
More charcoal
As the flames rise high
Into the night
I look at all the faces
I look at the night sky
Then I am alone
Where no one can find me
A star dies
It’s light escapes
It drifts through space
And falls on your face
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the literary asylum
Where the heart, mind, and pen connect
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not even trying to make sense of it
Edebiyat
Write what you feel, coz it doesn't make you fear
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