Cynthia Yildirim Poems

Why this pain?
Is it me?
Guilt for life’s wrongs
Great uncertainty
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Ah, silence
Bind her lips
She speaks much
Apply a muzzle
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She sits alone
with her pen in hand
writing about all love’s woes.
She studies the actions of the
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Live for it I choose
For I have everything to lose
Live for it set what is right
This is my glory divine
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I loath the words I cannot speak
I see not a love, yet not a hate

My emotion yield, yet do not shake
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pity my love
pity my darling
oh, regret....
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I
For you have no book to quote
You rely on your life your wrote
Yet often your path is lost
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I
Old ancient religion
India your home
Brahman the universal spirit
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Rannato at the grotto
Stole a pipe from Divo
Stuck it down his pants
The women went into a trace
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On the Lot, my film making dreams come true
I speak to my crew swiftly
Man the lights!
Actors know your lines
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