Your coming was my dream
your going its rack and ruin
If you had not gone
my dreams’ seas would not drown
desire of fleeing from brutal war
Deaf waves wouldn't squeezed in cool blood
screaming throat of refuge child
Come here only once
Take pieces of my eyes
decayed in your waiting ways
looking for your lost grace
If you would come on the sly
bring along clouds fulling sky
raining to cleanse dreams crumbs
and war children’s bloods
shedding on human blind eyes
come here in silence
let their future asleep longer
on their mothers’ arms forever
Mohammad Ahmadizade
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:Visit my weblog for reading this poem in Turkish
دیدگاه و نظرات ابراز شده در این مطلب، نظر نویسنده بوده و لزوما سیاست یا موضع ایرانگلوبال را منعکس نمیکند.
توجه داشته باشید کامنتهایی که مربوط به موضوع مطلب نباشند، منتشر نخواهند شد!
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