… both grievous and courageous…
because of ways with mountain,
being patient for reach.
I know,
Makes me crazy this desire,
Makes me cry sometimes.
… antonym word in my heart,
at the same time with my clumsy sentence…
It’s also brilliant.
This desire makes my heart limpid,
makes my glance white.
It’s bittersweet.
Separation is bitter,
Love is sweet.
Any voice belongs to me
Any word
Any touch paper.
Description can’t be described.
can’t explain your desire.
Without metaphorical words,
I can’t tell you.
It’s so strange.
…both pain and patient…
HAZİRAN 2006
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