A lightning scorns

Written by: Emre Karatas

			
If pure love reciprocates
Me the oblivion and worse

Couldn’t make it and if so
To thee are my words and glances 

What if someone touches upon that ones  
A lightening scorns….hııhh??

Been the reasons of the me-being
But a gun shot is to come to an end

Things bended, people surrendered, 
But the winter is splendid

Someone will born from a varied presence
Not to bear thine treasure

Obstinacy of the flow of the lifelike
Maybe hinder thee somewhere dark