I am as real as death
You can feel me all the time
If you want to see me,
You only have to imagine me.
I am as abstract as life itself
If you want to know me,
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böyle uzak uzak seslenmese
ben bir şehre geldiğim vakit
o başka bir şehre gitmese
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..... I liked your opening.... I am as real as death...
congratulations... keep up...
You just reminded me of my poem once written under the same title / Who AM I... /
Who Am I...?
People ask 'where are you from? '
Coming from Asia, Europe, and Africa,
I tell them, I am from nowhere
But I know I have to start from somewhere…
I am the river that flows love,
The mountain that rises chaos,
The morning sun that shines hopes and dreams…
I am the history of sorrows and pains,
Joys and laughers,
Failures and triumphs…
And the revolution of change…
I am the battle that cries for freedom,
And the cry of liberty…
I am the living seas of waking dreams,
Where a wrecked ship of my life esteems…
I am the poem,
The lines as they speak,
The words that I seek…
I am the sound, the only sound
Of my voice that I entreat…
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