Nizamettin Esen Haymanali Poems

I still remember
your warm, sweet smile
lingering softly
on your tender lips
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I softly painted
my thirsty patience
on the scarlet red
and silky canvas
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Your scarlet red lips
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Blind, innocent love
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I’m losing myself
every day and night
in your smiling illusion
following me like a shadow
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Your fascinating smile
so timid and gorgeous
softly, secretly emerges
from my deep thoughts
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Your bewitching lips
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Your dewy sweet lips
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Bloody heart, deaf-blind
burried alive divinely
for the sake of love
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