poetry

Rivers Dropped To The Letter

Don't go, I'm dying fall, ever after
Trees bukmes they please their necks
Why tonight I'm going to train when
Swallows all of a sudden gone away
Handkerchiefs sallanin why it is blocked, I don
It is so cruel that it is, then all of a sudden that
Just how flowers bumps
Don't go, I'm dying fall, then nothing.

That tweak, it's over; we crossed the bridge, it's over
That the taste of the apples in there, that bird is already crowed, over
We're not kids anymore, the silence, we can say something
Days of the state, a year kadehcik iced raki
Games oyuncaks, toys, old song
Poplars in the arrowed heart draw that knife, plant and equipment
Where is he, where is he now, where's that blood drunk
Don't go, I'm dying fall, then nothing.

Author: Hasan Hüseyin Korkmazgil

poetry

However, everyone you love kills
Give ear to what this also,
With whom it makes a point of view,
Some fulsome with the words,
Cowards kill with a kiss,
Hearted and with sword
Who killed that young love
While some seniors
Bull with some sensual hand
Some under the hand
Compassionate people use knives
Because stabbed dead cools quickly.
Who does not love enough
Who likes more
Who sells whom he buys
Some shed tears kills,
Who makes the unmoving
Because he loved everyone kills
But he killed everyone dies.