Fly, fly...

Fly, fly my longing wounded wings See that guy, my mountain, I say His rebellion, no pen cannot spy That luscious green curtains his amazon eyes There with his rakı, alongside a friend lays The poor messenger, pass by as I did And stay with the expectation of hope dost until that shade of grey is lifted from me I saw the wind in his forest the drops falling inside, from the glowing rings of his eyes I am in London, I could fly thence, and it pierced my heart… Günsel Djemal ELÜSTÜN- Bromley Road 02.08.2012