Gam And Dem
On the verge of
the cold season
the sky trembles
with my sadness
I am a prisoner
of loneliness
My life is cold
on the cushion of life
don't let joy
get cold
My despair
touched the
clouds with your
smoke
sew up mu broken
heart with a
piece of love
heat of winter
August scents in
summer
Let's smoke the
traces
of longing
Let my hands
teach out
to the magic of
life
How can I give
up,
I am a prisoner
of a thin waist?
Does it whip the
wound
With the
homesick ness
of the heart?
I smoke
tobacco- scented
shy - eyed love
in the lip share
I need your
caress for
the solution of
the
helpless.
GONCA DOLU
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