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with its black rebellious hair eyes are laden like one beautiful woman the moon is looking from the hilltop the sea has collected her glints and towed away verses are poem. - II - melancholy has awaken İstanbul i have asked the day. she has hold back. hurt/hangover tears are flowing from the seven crested hills the sea is sobbing sorrowful sea-gulls are dancing semah like the whirling dervishes the wind is in ache intensely on her skin... - III – if the trees are the gills of the world the mountains are the rebels to the sky the seas and the lakes are the written poems knelt on her skirts have a look at twilight time from the top of the clouds and observe... and stand on the arable fields look at the earth. Poem by: Atilla Elüstün 09.04.2009 Bostancı-İstanbul Translation by: Günsel Djemal - London
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