You wouldn't make your home in my heart,
While you were your prisoner in the iceberg of your love,
While your eyes are ordering the sun,
It was just snowing inside of me.
Your dream registered in my heart,
One by one the birds of love flew,
In the dark of a love, liable and convicted,
Shooting me too, bullets of betrayal.
Flying eagles of your desires,
To the carcasses of instant lives,
The rebel is flowing to the rebel, my rebellious heart,
When you are my only port.
In the shadow of instant harbors now,
Without skin and without you I'm cold,
All of your beautiful things, I anchored,
Now I'm back on a cruiseless ship.
I am thrown into homeless hopes,
From my dreams to the deserts of far away,
What do I do with your exhibition,
How do I do?
Wherever I go,
You are writing,
You stayed in every moment, like a trace.
Kayıt Tarihi : 5.8.2022 08:10:00
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