(27 August 1954 / Nevsehir, kozakli Gerce)

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Alas my Rose

Alas my rose
 
Stole my youth years
I love the hands were
Happened to me does not smell roses
Alas Alas rose my rose
I do not know my carpet what happens when
 
I've been nomadic cranes
I had ants on the road
I remember one dear
Alas Alas rose rose
Did not hurt me cruel...
 
Weird strange world
I got called in Konya
Shabby wrote my tag
Oh, my dear rose rose
Was not keep my hands, slice..
 
İnce waist, did not hold
friend not formed into the hands of
I do not get Muradiye
Rose Alas, alas rose
My arm was broken wings..

sabit ince Kayseri 05/10/2012

Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2012


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  • Vipins Puthooran (11/16/2012 4:11:00 PM)

    poignant and romantic/// beautiful poem! ! !

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  • Vipins Puthooran (11/16/2012 4:10:00 PM)

    poignant and romantic/// beautiful poem! ! !

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