By: JaTon Kılınç
Born, on a winters day…
Clinging, to my mother’s breath…
I found the light, I found the way…
Lungs were presented instead of death…
This is how, the lyrics were formed,
How life created, my first poem…
…
I learned to cry, and how to walk…
To be brave, in a world lacking peace…
Examining the trees, I learned they speak…
The wind the sand, the entire land…
Becomes the subject, of the poet
…
I used to see sunsets, and blue calm…
Now its blistering stars, accompanying moët…
Where am I and where is my song?
Not long ago, I was once a poet…
Until next time my friends,
Stay young, stay curious & stay true
Je suis JaTon
Je suis JaTon 
I love the versatility of your work. I was not expecting to see a poem on this weeks upload. I enjoyed this poem. Very little words but a lot was said.
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Thank you. I’m returning to my first love, as you can see lol. Glad you enjoyed:-)
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