D Minor A Blue Poem by SMYLEE ERDOGAN

My hands are indigo blue
The nights are pitch black
My verses pass in D minor,
B-flat.

My hands are indigo blue...

A cold wind blows
My hands freeze beyond the ice, far away

On a low note,
In a place without a sea of A minor
I am.

A whistle blows in the south wind
The seas spew lies into the fire, Never having seen the north wind
Calm with the waves

My hands are seaweed green
Free, I break away from my roots to you
Tossed at the edge of the night...

My hands are warm
My hands
Far from your hand, northern lights
E flat

My hands are pitch black,
My hands... My last four.
My lips a dry lake,
Silent turquoise water above words
Transparent as ice

My hands blood red
Skin covered in salt
Pigments coating my feathers
Flamingo,
As pink as Japanese cherry blossoms
In a dance
My dreams, faint

My hands are cold, my hands are green,
In the sourness of a tart apple,
A bewildered smile falling on my face,
Regrets.

My hands are very quiet,
My hands in your absence,
D-flat, C-sharp, D-flat pauses.

In my room, hope in the center of the picture of your indigo blue sweater,
No heart left there,
A high A minor.
A solfege at the deepest point of a lost blue

Why can't I dive into these nights?
Sadness is at my door again
I wish you peace most of all in my absence

I can't dive into these nights and come out...

My hands reach out to you
I can't lie silent

I don't want to hold myself in a shade of indigo blue
Let me die tonight, please


Tcpassenger_ierdogan / Ankara