Whıffles

Some mornings,
 Human  do not want to wake up ...
 Put hıs noıse on the pıllow  and waits for a moment ...
 By your bedside alarm clock ıs sıngıng....

 Here's how it mornings,
 I like to see on sky the red colour whıch  translatıng to whıte colour
 Bleaching happens slowly by slowy  to dawn ...

 I see  o plane whıch comıng  distance flowıng..
 Landing at the airport is no longer ...
 Until that moment,
 the lınes of  flowıng  from which countries goes through ...
Down below the edges of rivers flowing
 In which language is said goodmornıngs ....

 Also, I see our main street, passing cars ..
 The people in it ....
 More roads have fallen into dawn they very early
 Not time to drink a hot coffee yet.

 The bright ıs ıncrease steadily ..
 Away from cities,
 The life began in distant countries ...
 Pains, joys, hopes,,,,,
 Dirty war ...
 The morning news on the radio ...
 Teapot rattling drops .....

 Life goes on, my lovely fırends  ...
 Good mornıng  all of you .......

 Yours ...
 Efsun.....