Ayhan Diril

Who says it is easy to forget the beloved one?
Does it matter how much you cried?
After the beloved one's gone.
Does it matter how many roses got dried?
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Don't go daddy,
Stay some more.
Do not close your eyes.
Do not leave my hand.
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When the rain stops
And the storms keep quiet,
there is only you.
Day shifts into night
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So furious today, is the wind,
Blowing hard on the leaves
Resist it, if you can.
The leaves are chained slaves.
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lack monster is there
Keeps peeking at me.
Darkness is everywhere.
Am I in a fearful dream?
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The city is choking me with its sharp claws.
Buildings all surround us like prison walls.
I miss the water pouring down the waterfalls.
Farewell to the city, hi to my village.
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Stop, my tongue
Don't move my lips
Don't say goodbye
Let me stay with you,
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No longer can I stay here.
Far away my soul wants to fly.
Before the leaves dry
Before the clouds cry
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Like a bunch of freshly plucked flowers,
Gifts of the nature, abundant rain showers.
Known to carry fresh spring-scented clouds.
Without them we would be lost in crowds.
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I wish you appeared once to knock at my door,
To take me to the heights, with a sudden sore.
Hold me, with your soft hands, to take for a flight,
Carry me to the snowy clouds that are white.
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No support do skies need
To stand on their feet.
Sun needs no strike
To set the fire.
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The ashes in my heart
Should all be washed out.
Where are the golden tears?
To clear out all my fears.
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As the clock strikes it's almost night.
There starts a fight in my heart.
I gaze at you dear mirror on the wall.
As I start chatting to you, in my deep trance.
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ou can't grasp it, life is melting away
Is it the day dying or your hair getting gray?
It was the bright moon we dreamed to see most.
Look! What I have is in my dream is just a ghost.
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This is the lake where the green and the deep blue meet.
This is where you can hear the lonely nightingales tweet.
At this place, you hear the cries of little kids in their games.
The picnic fire warms your freezing body with its dancing flames.
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Your absence grows in my nights,
tearing my soul into pieces.
This helplessness sends me
in a dark cell.
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It was a cold night, I was alone on the streets.
Chasing my shadow, I heard hungry cats scream.
Let no one blame us, we have an innocent dream.
I had a paper on which our wishes were written.
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On a wooden table
I stare at this glass vase
In your brown eyes I am lost.
This is a hard case.
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My Creator! You are the one who makes the mountains walk.
On the path of happiness we look for, when will you let us walk?
My Creator! You are the one who shifts the dark into light?
Will we ever wake up, in our hearts with no fright?
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All I want is a handful of water.
Neither seas nor oceans.
What I need most is
A little smile.
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