Matryoshka - All Poems-Not Yet Poem by Gencay

The weather is foggy and cold
My words have no design
I'm writing now
Before designing.

My glass does not end
My smoke never ends
I would never end my sorrow and my sorrow
Pity; the way I am..

Ayy uncertain sky face
Take my youth from me
But don't give me old age
Make me you, you me..

For my lines going down one under the other
I would say it folds over and over
You thought it was trouble
My happiness..

And;
An advice for my problem, there is not yet...!