Belart Muroc


While Waters Flow Toward It Full - Poem by Belart Muroc

Full upside down
Time makes tears flow.
To your expectations!
Who leaves
and leaves
roses behind them?
Many colors disappear
one after another
in this unlimited spring
full of pleasures.
In books without titles
the subjects are sinister,
such commercial dishonesty
assassins of feelings,
enemies of love.
In towns
flowers water the roses,
remain in the shade
of polluted air.
Full.
Full upside down
Time makes tears flow.
To your expectations!

© Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick - 2002


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 7, 2003



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