…what happens in-between…

we are born alone to die alone
the self is either warmed up in-between
or under a lonesome cold

only the corpses get stiff i thought
not so when emotional touch is no more

© hülya n. yılmaz, 11.8.2016

the-lake-was-not-iced-so-i-found-something-that-was

[Own photograph; at Light on the Lake Bed and Breakfast, North East, PA]

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