The Dream

Lerzan üyemiz gönderdi.

I think of my life and I ask myself ‘why’?
Why this furor, why this silence, and what’s more
Why all this struggle for?
If, in the end, I will be left with a heart to cry,
A heart to sore.

But even so, admitting no defeat
As rains pouring down with heavy beats
And somewhere in a heat wave, and my lips are so dry
I dream of kissing you under a sleeping sky.
 
Ahmet Altan Ekşioğlu
 






 

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