Poetry from Muhammed Sinan

    *The foggy day*

It's the time to wake up early

With the distress of fog 

The white cool air fills my room

With a sneezing sound.

It pushes me into bano (bathroom)

With my morning tools 

I open the tap 

The snowy water falls into the vase.

I run back to the room 

Jump into my bed and begin to 

Sleep with my pillow 

Which once I used to hug every night.