Walking bare footed

Trees; dark, deep rooted

Some specks dirty dry

Others black pimpled


No shadow, no blessed breeze

The earth is erosioned

Land is mature but arid

Stuck in a Narrow street

If the weather is shiney

(Sun makes poeple smile)

The roads are broken into pieces (paths)

Some gets deeper some feels happy

The more mature the more fed up with mirrors

I am.

Vildan Arıcan