exhaling ills at their worst . . .
with your arrival, dear newborn innocence,
inkpots uncovered the fading verse;
quills dipped into their dazzling universe,
and brought to life phenomenal instants
that had been sought out eternally
you helped reminisce and reflect,
showed once again how to hear, touch, smell and see;
but also to taste and to sense,
then, to forever inhale the newly dawned breath
exhaling ills at their worst . . .
© hülya n. yılmaz
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