A Bodied Born
Chosen a burden of childhood
out goings meant not a reflection
of the “happenings” .
The severe bruise devoted to the meat
and about yellers might not a such heat
yet , the world of other tops
did not mean a much deed .
Separated a soul from a bodied born ,
as the spirit versus itself and torn .
The grave diggers avenges and if so ,
die my the whatsoever people ,
but not blue the blown .
Some dark , done a gorgeous giant ,
What part , none was a delicious night .
Sleep damned things never be waken up ,
an instinct flow , up to the paradise ,
will , though , be a brilliant flight .
Copyright © Emre Karatas | Year Posted 2006
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