Metin Sahin

Rookie - 388 Points (28.03.1943 / balı kesir turkey)

A Hot Summer Afternoon - Poem by Metin Sahin

the sound ofthe summoning to prayer..ezan...the workmen destructing the building to are openin g there hands to cry....a bit...the carrying what to their their barns...for winter...a beauty combing her long hair in the mother crying again...remembering my dead father...complaining from us....the birds are migrating to other lands..a wind blows her hot breath.....on our a flower pot....a flower suicides...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2009

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