Have you ever wondered,

What it would be like,

Having majestic curls,

Instead of glorious waves,

Have you felt like,

You belong in pale cotton,

That defies the sun and it's blinding glare,

Than the ebony silk,

That depicts a thousand nights.

Have you ever wondered,

The sensation that may ignite,

If your smooth soles

Walk the ragged stones,

Have you ever wanted,

To escape the woven wonders,

Feel the green blades on your skin.

To climb a dying tree,

That leads to a vast sea

Of white pillows,

Fly away from the stone cage

Embedded with riches and irredescent stones.

Just once to be yourself,

Lifting thousand masks,

That veil you from the watching eyes

Of this world.

A beginning

Of feeling frozen water,

Trickling down your face,

The faint melody of a tender robin's wing,

The vivid glow of velvet petals

showering you with smiles.'

I ask you again, my friend,

Would you follow me?

Escape to a foreign land,

A sacred haven,

That sculpts our memory in time,

Where I will always be me,

You will forever be you.

-SUAZ YAMAN-