Adnan Özer Poems

Tears used to have power;
we were men loaded with river, following trains of salt;
the dream would be revealed by the traces left by water drops in our shadow,
as the fetters of salt would come undone in water.
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The sun one of my remote spots.
I saw heart on a map of islands;
it did not flow -my God-, just the spectrum and the ladder
would suffice to tell that I could not get out
of the systems of imagination.
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