She's from Istanbul.
She a goddess of a god.
She holds her little god
when the rain runs.
From the cloud and fall.
I can feel her sing songs
for that little boy.
Songs about snows falling on snows,
about a rose standing in a mirror,
about pillows sipping sorrows,
thunder and thundery cloud knows.
She's the girl of Istanbul.
Let her sing and I will follow.
Or I would learn and join her tomorrow.
Let her tell us what the rain knows.
So we would know where it goes.
Whether it falls like the snow
or sings like a dove.
Let her tell us what the rain knows. So we would know where it goes. Whether it falls like the snow... you gave your thoughts in the form of such marvellous poem, , , , good poem about rain, about the natural object well great, , keep writing
Very beautiful about rain and your friend. I especially liked the line about pillows sipping sorrows.
You are good poet. You have absolutely a true poetic sense. You can read my poems such as Prayer of a broom, Poem of Hatred, She: 1, She: 2 etc and comment.
Your girl from Instanbul is just like the rain, cool and refreshing. Love emanates from this poem. Good.
my dear poet Robert De niro..i love this poem.ur cool talented.but my name is Ozge not Oze) :
Romantic metaphors and sights burst forth in your lines. Even in Tamil Nadu of India, the daughters are the goddesses to fathers. Wonderful poem. Best wishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting girl to look for