Stitch
sun splashing its light all over while
pen being spilled on paper
raining over an earth in drizzles
the silence
spewing chaos a little
piece of human
licking the candles
me the silhuette, am the fallen
on the wingless ground
where darkness distilled
tongue is tangled
fallen
to shadow
a bundle
was I
to reason
a stitch
where a face
exploded on myind
by Muesser Yeniay