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It is gulp of
the soil
From me to ground
My love is the escape
Of my core to the earth
Nature asks you to love
For you to blossom
Let you bow down when you see the beloved
Let your nape bend strongly
You should know to stand erect as you bend
What moves you up to the heavens
The face you see in the sky
Is that the game of the clouds
Or a trick of the stars
Always loving
And ascending too
With the news of a loneliness
My self flies
And fades
In the colorless horizon |
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Translated from the Turkish by sukru kaya |
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