MARATHON OF MINDS

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
-then-
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
walk
and run.

Ismail ONAT