Lost Time

von Metin Yazgac

100 Seiten, Taschenbuch

Kurzbeschreibung des Verlags

Every bridge I crossed with you, collapsed after me, every breath of yours penetrated me...

Scars are scattered across my skin, dedimented fingerprints...

My heart is a compass that no longer knows its direction

My soul is bloody with my body...

A scream rises to the sky from the wreckage of my dreams

And I... I'm still a time traveler looking for you...

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My heart is like an ice floe sometimes. Sometimes it's an arid desert.But; never a flower garden.

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When you leave; My happiness flew on butterfly wings

The nights were always dressed in black, time got drunk on a glass of wine,

The sleep of love escaped from my eyes, my hands without tasting its warmth.

When you leave; My eyes should hold blood, he should always hear the breath of black-haired women,

Poems should cry for you, living should turn into night, my lips should rust, in the bosom of crazy nights

My loneliness should keep me.