to taste life
Drawn to unknowns,
grim prospects,
doubts,
loss of hopes,
ills.
Black and white.
Grief leaves.
Grey appears
amid a mottled bouquet
donned in scents galore
in the arms of human laughter.
Joy overcomes sorrow.
© hülya yılmaz, May 31, 2013
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That is beautiful.
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Thank you. I have tried.
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Superb poem.Heavens watches over all the victims.Our prayer with every one of them..Thank you for liking my post ( Who is tour God?) My regards.jalal
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Thank you. Your post – Who is your God? – underlines a message that unfortunately those who need it the most don’t get, will never get, it seems. My regards as well.
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you.
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