The woman in a black skirt
So slim to hint her age
Maybe 20,maybe 30.
There is a little coverage
Over the head
Like a crown, flooding away
Under the wind
Black socks underestimate
Her character
She bends one side
Due to the big sport bag
The pink of which matches
To the purple squires in her
Flabby-fitted coat
As she gets closer
To me, not to her lover
I see the farness between
Her two yellow teeth
Then her growing gren eyes
Then her wrinkles
Then the slit in her black
Skirt, and just after I gave
The Adress, she wanted
I realized how white her
Hairs were, especially the back
Of the head,the uncovered part.
Then the song I was listening
striked me horribly which
was;
“I can’t take the distance
I can’t take the miles
I can’t take the time
Until the next time I see you smile
I can’t take the distance
And I’m not ashamed
That I can’t take a breath without saying your name
I can brave a hurricane
And still be standing tall when all the dust has settled down
But I can’t take the distance
I still believe in feelings
But sometimes I feel too much
I make believe you’re close to me
But it ain’t close enough
Not nearly close enough”
The album was named Serendipity.
And the question of the woman
Was;
Where is Hagia Sophia?
How many kilometres to walk?
Where was I?
At the Hadimköy halt.
