Cynthia Yildirim Poems

I
Through the golden torii we go
On the way to the gods
To practice this old ancient religion
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I
Old ancient religion of
Yin and Yang
Good and evil intermingle
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This is the not the present but the past
I am flying through time
Considering the beginning of reactions,
And the end of actions, the merge and disperse of atoms
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Rain falls
No snow
Where is my Christmas
of years ago?
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She was a breaker of many hearts
Till her heart was torn apart
She cried it seemed forever
Till one day she met her lover
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Noise bothers me now
I cannot hear my thoughts
I should ponder yet I gawk
No man can claim me, only God
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English:

please me lover
tempt me
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What is my Christmas?
Snowmen
Gifts and love
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Escape Love

Peace, stillness, love
Crazy as a dove
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Nodnarb

Oh baby, I miss you so
The love I have, ever grows
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