GONCA DOLU

 

Night Of Blood Wedding

With a quick kiss, he

sniffed me before I hit

the ground

Symp honey or jazz?

sometimes rude colors

the silence of my brain

torn

as I gave up the ordeal and

swayed

in the air of a novel

it opened seven giving

ones

on my broken lip

my silence shed buds

in the black of night

eyes

we flew as a mad wind

in pursuit of dreams

it stripped away the impartiality

sin and ignorance

when love clung to the skin

we were thrown into the

coolness of the waterfall

ne ither the curse of the heritage

nor did we continue the

ignorance of the past

While searching for

ourselves in Kerbela

İ know why

my mind cut my wings

we could not dive into

the shower of dreams

my heart traveling in the

 same wound

made love with a lie

without a doubt

while getting lost

I was buried in the

depth of the traveling soul

on the night of "Blood Wedding.

   

GONCA DOLU