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OH MY FACE . . .

You are where my shadow gone blind has left you off.

It is useless, even if my image, which behind the mirror 

Has got undressed into its tain,

Takes its real face off and turns inside out!

I have broken and spent my eyes.

My tears pregnant with darkness,

You are the aged wine hoping for candle light’s help

In the bottle of time.

Oh my face . . .

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AH YÜZÜM…

Kör olmuş gölgemin bıraktığı yerdesin.

Aynanın arkasında sırına soyunmuş suretim,

Aslından çıkarıp yüzümü,

Tersyüz etse de faydasız!

Bozdurup harcadım gözlerimi.

Karanlığa gebe gözyaşım,

Mum ışığından medet uman,

Zamanın şişesinde yıllanmış şarapsın.

Ah yüzüm…

 

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WHENEVER I GET LOST

IN THE MOMENTS WITH YOU. . .

 

Whenever I get lost in the moments with you. . .

The sky darkens, and the clouds get flurried

And unload their burdens of rain.

In the sea of being without you I burry myself in the deep waters.

 

Whenever I get lost in the moments with you. . .

One side of me becomes you, and I have no other side.

My legends remain in a love story among the books

Whose pages have been worn out.

 

Whenever I get lost in the moments with you. . .

I lower my head, and my shoulders collapse.

I fall apart otel.

 

And I become a bird circling in despair

Without branches and a nest to settle on.

 

Whenever I get lost in the moments with you. . . 

I complete whatever is half-finished,

And set all times up for us,

And then mix with the beats of your heart

Inseparably, like clock hands.

 

 

YESTERDAY  I  AGAİN

Yesterday I again

Thought of you,

I took those best moments out of time

And could not ignore the lost ones.

It was the fog of the longings inside of me that fell on the windows.

It was not only my arm that extends after you, but also my heart,

I could not say, "Don't go, stay!"

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Yesterday I again 

Thought of you, 

a brush in my hand, first I drew you on the walls,

the colors with which I will fill your image revolted, my face disappeared

in the strength of black.

The rains of the sky lined up on the tips of my eyelashes.

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Yesterday I again 

Thought of you, 

My hands were tied up with your absence, your presence was

a straight razor there and then,

I would have been untied, if you had touched me.

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