In a Daisy Field

I'm rolling

In a poetry field

Where so many daisies abound,

A soft breeze bringing their mist.

I'm smelling them,

Satisfied with watching their

White, yellow appearance,

So I don't need to write a poem.

Then your name echoes
Amongst the petals,
Spreading this wonderful sound
All around the waving daisies.

It's enough to hear
The most beautiful name I've ever known.
We smile to each other,
Me and the daisies.

                    Fide Korkmazer Erken