The new day
The new poem
The new artı st's painting
Has became mature by the secret of the sun
A night tells melancholy
The big plane tree
Whose tongue calls out to the centuries
Reads the poem on woman
Births at the green of branches
The flowers parfume of tenderness
The birds sings with their hearts
One more day
The trees whose eyes have been turning to the spring
Poem: Osman BAYMAK
Translated by: Nilufer DURSUN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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