Trucks carry melon and
I would always think her
Trucks carry melon and
I would always think her
I was free like a little house sparrow
while we were at home in Niksar
And then the world has changed
different water, different weather, different soil.
And then the world has changed
different water, different weather, different soil
How quick seasons passed
To forget, to forget, to forget.
Finally I realized this city is diferent
Everybody cheated me and then went
I realized this city is diferent
Everybody cheated me and then went
Again trucks carry melon
The song inside me ended.
(Cahit Kulebi)
More Poetry from Cahit Kulebi:
Cahit Kulebi Poems based on Topics: Weather, Home, Cities, World, WaterReaders Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: World Poems, Home Poems, Water Poems, Cities Poems, Weather PoemsBased on Keywords: melon, diferent