the end is near for those who stop dreaming
and for those who were never drunk by the soft breeze of spring
or by endless kisses !
the end is just a notion
for blind ambition
and all other themes
written in Frankenstein
and by surprise
i was not thinking of writing a book
when i~ hit 19,
i found myself
never thinking there was an end.
my deep purple soul is lost in the beauty of the Sky
i am a green color by day
and a Sufi by night!
the end was never here
it began in our first melodies
midnight Turkish sweet coffees!
the end was just in the beginning
of a new line
for a brilliant Poem !