The soil

Written by: Emre Karatas

 
The reddish  
grave 
is  the  do ,
else  what  the  soul  
swallowing  my  turn ,
the  following
unfortunate .
Been  the  pieces  of
what  under  I ,
or  the  kisses  why 
thunder  my  of ,
or  the  pathetic  body 
that  the  soil ,
even
the  what  the 
compassionate  it ,
somehow  
upsides  down  and
down , 
and  on  so ..