WORDS' WORTH

Füsun Atalay ~ Copyright © 2009

Words are just sounds captured on paper -

If we are lucky - the time they rise

From our saddened hearts to our trembling lips

Our anguish or joys they crystallize.

Words are but tacit reminders-

With fleeting Time - our only compromise

To hold on to what might have been

Memories, to imbibe through misty eyes.

Words are the desperate tools

That seize and define and craft the cries

Of poetic hearts who are but fools

Whose songs of folly echo in their sighs.

Füsun Atalay ~ Copyright © 2009