Ruhsal Karalamalar

sun is shining again though the mist and cold from the last winter r not long gone yet people are laughing again though the dark memories  from the last winter yet not be forgotten now on  I wont be drinking my whisky neat it’ll be on the rocks and I will be watching the setting sun in some aegean town sitting on some ancient rocks now on my morning coffees wont be hot or my shower songs moody i’ll be shooting my espresso’s w company of derulo’s under the morning sun,  and now on during the golden hours u can find me watching the sea and while apollo rides  his four-horse chariot to the west helios will be busy painting my white wine to blush, with his sunshine