Jurnal
Fall/not
Translation
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Mediu
its sword in hand
the night
is approaching me
on my mind...
the grey hair of my battle
and my loneliness
it’s the lovesick season
the pen fell in love with the paper
the agony on my guitar
autumn
on my tongue
your favourite/that
melancholy tune
my dream a pensive duck
as the hours struggle
i freeze...you
Poem by: Atilla Elüstün - İstanbul
Translation by: Günsel Djemal-London
19/11/2004
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