| M. Emre Soyak Fiction Writer / Illustrator |


Close your eyes.A tree with wind's breeze green fields and endless streamsClose your eyes.
Calmness and peace
Stars on brightest of the evenings. and full moon
on smooth desert's dreams.
Little rain drops too few to notice falling diamonds Elegant
Noble Yet modest
A tree Alone but breezy calm peace


Waking Man on a Rainy StreetJust like cold and dump of the air caches you And robes you from your day dreams. Naively pulls your attention to the moments we are losingWaking Man on a Rainy Street
just because we assume to think "we are floating in some "better" dreams."
Thus, through rains drops we realize the gravity,
And the suddenness of the moments that we are with in.
Our Eyelids works just like poloroids, and the pictures it take is to be held
With great awe for few heart beats.
These are the words of a waking man, Whom did dare to think; He and no other would know the truth, and be burried with it.
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