Here is my land where i slept for thousand years,
I blushed, i bloomed, i soaked
But there was a sound from million
million of ages, which ages were
saying, ' Wow! my dorothy.'
I sparkled like tons of stars,
I divine myself like all of the rats'
teeth what i saw in my dream,
My moon, my bora, my nepotistic
harder time got the answers of
plurality from my demon,
Where is the God, my pride?
Where is the Evil, my luck?
Here, i calm, i sit, i eat.
I eat the land of mine, i eat
the civilization as a human kind!
When i asked to my destination
why i eat so,
again the answer was ' Wow, my dorothy! '
Pale faces of my life said to everyone
that, here is my land when i'll be sallowed by the last zest of my poetry?
As a poet, as a poem, as a country land
I'll say than to my people
' Wow, my dorothy.'
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