and the dance begins again
by jumping with clouds
not scared from lightings around
happy on the white
some strange mist on eyebraws
-they are not tears
chill from the height-
down the ground there are cherry trees
It's like a sheet -pink colored-
on the all ugly that covered

when the masks changing faces
smiles are hand by hand 
and music is louder
design is wonderful
hopes are reached to peek
the child has begun whispering
"what about me?"
poor one will never know
whispers are not the answers
they've never been questions

yet just crawl
and run.

Ismail ONAT