By Kenj
Cem whether you fell or yourself dropped
from death did you never feel even scared
Did it feel enough of victory ‘vebeen made
Seemed pale all, on everyone's face a shock
In Adana, after long journey, you departed
As anyone else, fate is strongest than Man's
It was meant to have your last show there
Salsa was where your name on ears arrays
Cem like keats too early much us to leave
When there too many masterpiece of each
Both worth to grieve their dids incomplete
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