The Muse -45 Şiiri - Bilal Geniş

The Muse -45

Good morning.
My rose...
Day, at the income...
At daytime a night...
Your nights and a daytime...
Like..
You see..
Come..
At the income..
She does not see..
The eyes..
Desire..
Your eye..
Goes..
You do not come..
My eyes..
You do not go..
Come...
The you do not see..
Roses..
She is sending..
Desire..
My eyes..
Day...
A future..
Roses..
I send the not you..
The roses..
Absent oneself..
The day..
She will not finish..
Nights..
Nights..
A daytime..
Daytimes..
A night..
Like..
A future..
Desire..
The eye..
She will see..
You will come..
You come..
The you do not see..
I will die.. Gabrime..
You will come..
Income..
Red roses..
Brings from..
My belle..
Rose..
You do not bring from..
Not coming..
My eyes..
Your eyes not seeing..
Rose..
Your equal..
Rose..
Beautiful..
Desire..
Beautiful..
The Muse...

Mersin 02.02.2002