ı a m a man from a slum district
my pockets are empty and moneyı ess
in obligation
ı am a member of a fake syndicate
...
COME...before the roses fade
Come... in the middle of the night
COME..stealhily..silently..gently and in feminine style
before the fire extinguishes slowly and slowly
...
sometımes
the windows wear open curtains
sometimes
the windows
...
Being a dervish is not easy
it is an iron nut
to be swallowed
or to be eaten
...
Iam a poet
ı was born a poet
ı feel that frommy childhood
why the storks
...
thanks GOD
rage and vengeance never conqured me
ı have never thought of being a governor
or a dı plomat
...
it happened
on one tuesday evening
may be in autumn
in çankırı city in TURKEY
...
Now we have reached for a new horizon
from now on
my beloved we are not alone
though the nights last long
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