Holden hands
flaming hearts
and jumping dreams
They are no longer with me
They are too far behind to wait…
Memories awaken
from the feeling of longing
on the horizon of the evening
with the rose mist on the waters;
My heart bird is flying
out of sight
stealing my face
down to the loneliness
that crumples on my forehead...
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Muharrem Soyek, Turkey
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