Lobsters Cry
You pretty thing
Green grass
Yellow orange flowers
Black lines
Swordfish
Lobsters
And giant oak trees
Who says
You have no emotions
You are like men
Who don't cry
But when I listen carefully
When I turn off static
I hear joy and pain
Spring growth of grass
Unmistakable hush
And who says
Mountains don't speak
Visit my mountain
The hills of Istanbul
That's where I heard
Lobsters cry
Screeching noise
Scallops eaten alive
The heart wrenching symphony
Changed me so much
Nature is
Nature feels
Nature cries
Lobsters cry
Men don’t cry
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