The Black Winter's Black Brow

Poetry

There are some places that leave a mark on you. Maybe walking on a sidewalk, maybe under a street lamp... Who knows, life is as pure and simple as a butterfly touching a flower.

The Black Winter's Black Brow

The Black Winter's Black Brow

Sait Çıkrıkçı 21.12.2025 122
There are some places that leave a mark on you. Maybe walking on a sidewalk, maybe under a street lamp... Who knows, life is as pure and simple as a butterfly touching a flower.
Now I've passed through the streets Where I shed tears for you Leaning against their walls I remembered the tears I shed upon them How real it all seemed My world built upon lies Now it's just memories The traces he left behind are half-erased What happened wasn't so empty after all Memories left behind in songs and streets The ropes I clung to turned out rotten There was no one worth dying for The loves I accepted are yet to come Summer will come here one day too Won't my shattered heart beat again? Why should everything revolve around you? After the lengthening shadows, the sun sets Someone else will hold the hands that were left behind Even if the traces remain, the black winter's black brow Tulips and flowers bloom every spring Sait Çıkrıkçı 21.12.2025
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