THOUGHTS!

MERHABA MY FRIENDS

I walked over pebbles
on a dusty path
The sun beating down
casting shadows as i pass
Blue skies over head
a gentle swaying breeze
I search for an opening
beside an old willow tree
I sit `neath the drooping stems
waiting for darkness to follow
Staring at the twinkling stars
i close my eyes and dreams will follow.

(Turkwords)

TURK ;)