Roads Şiiri - Aylin Kalayciyan

Roads run around the valleys,
Some along the rivers,
Some travers the mountains.

They all cross somehow,
Once, twice or many times,
On the land, the water or the horizon.

Some go side by side for years,
Only to be parted someday
Oceans, forests and hills in between,
But always sharing the blue sky.

Covered by the snow,
Cracked by the earthquake,
They still keep on running,
Towards the next crossing...

1998 Istanbul