The train has
gone
leaving thee
one more sparrow
fell
dead skinny
from the oldest tree
on thee
one more scarf
covered
black
the rose bud's head
dried
waiting for thee
and moaning
and I
heard
time the grey
hair
reminding me
to forget thee
love where were thee
the train has
gone
leaving thee
4 comments:
huzunki en cok yakisandir bize..
So sad and slow and graceful and elegant.
That's really beautiful, Hayat.
cheers!
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