The Dust Poem by Engin Kavrak

The dust disappears in the crowd
The eyes glance in blank
Amidst the crowd a high tower
By the feet the ground
A life circles the crowd
Ripples in shape and the current take
Blows a wind as empty from the sky
The marble ground the sound reflect
The echoe sunders between so many
Crowd moves around in haste and hurry
A gray current slips inside
The crowd is unaware by the sight
The lone current inwaves within
Drains the youth and the green
Attracts the young in between
The solar chain of timeless gate
Unfurls a heartless thorny fate
The lone sense amidst the sky
Hovers down sticks to the wet
Of the crowds confirmed set
Of the men and women so many pass
The current reshapes upon the grass
The beauity attraction so naive
By the death and decay gather
On so the current coiled the weather
The marble surfaces the crowd walk
Unaware by the mortified folk
The killing gest of the rest
The crows in hunger by the nest
The weather shifts it becomes darker
The current reforms by her lurker
Within this small domain of the crowd
And all so loud as they pass
The fragment of death spreads