Fountain Poem by Sefa Olgaç

Fountain

high altitudes in a drown universe,
wherein nobody even born yet,
but we are more - and then beautiful -
you and i
longing and seeking the first springs -

of a form-free star
...
with an high attitude. Dusts; all around.

Thursday, June 20, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful,death,english,home,light,longing,lost,memory,nature,rain,seeking,star
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