[Photo Credit: Self]
sitting on the balcony
comforted by a sun-warmed chair
being kissed by the generous morning sun
soaking its reflections on the lake’s expansive air
the last day of this journey
promises countless others on my path
oh what a walk this one has already turned out be
do not wait up for me
you trials tribulations sorrows sadness
i will make this one worth my while
for each of the past ordeal-rich years
with steadfast trots
i will fly up through the sky
sing and dance there and below
in my own tiny but thus far strongest
ever so gigantic steps of my own beat
excluding all along from my dictionary
all words that distantly resemble defeat
hülya n. yılmaz, 3.8.2018
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