Some All
Will be some all ,
not before a later but through a hater
cried people be got into the crowds
but coward deeper sea there at the droughts .
Won’t seem to be felt soft
but a believer
as the day’s brightness lost
but not forever .
Evil rising kisses the cold dark of “one faced”
that a smiling liar when seen
and “a glassed doer” what keen
on some all .
Copyright © Emre Karatas | Year Posted 2006
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