GÜZİN
ORALKAN
The Offended Reflection
your insatiable face
spontaneously peels
when it
embraced by pain
wrapped in offense
when your image is reflected
in
the mirror
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A Magic
My solitude is a slight pain
Which ooze out the burning window-frames
A heart can hear the other one
Happiness came and passed by.
Can an exhausted fire become active
Just like rubbed feelings.
Love is a magic
Let it bring up the universe
Let your love grow up freely…
How many springs conceive
Flowers of spring
How many crimson sunsets
Golden yellow new moons left in the cache
Love is a magic
Let it bring up the universe freely
Before mountain flowers smile upon me.
Izmir
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The Burry Past
i looked back time after time
on that deep burial
the silent traces
of the burry past
having been a cat's paw
of the crestfallen times
two back and one front
as if knitting
thessalonian style
starting a new row
crushed and scratched
between the devil and the deep sea
a voice from the buried desires
good morning
solstice
day-transcript
then
tell the icebergs that
here is the brazenfaced darkness
where is that love-kindling brightness
to turn the dreams
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GÜZİN
ORALKAN
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