DARK BIRDS (Rastgele Siir)

dark birds
beaked white
white birds
orange

walking on the waterfront
sea is still
water clear
feeling to dive
that cold

walking on tha waterfront
you in my mind
pebbles underlie
you in my mind

who knows
maybe god your destiny
in the big city

maybe
lone

-jump-
whispers a voise

can’t do
can’t be alone

Yanantoz