You said: I am a zero. I thought: so am I. Must everyone be number one in the race for wealth and fame? Look two zeros, joined, become the sign of infinity. They hold within them all numbers, the universe itself. We carry the memory of genes, and each of us is singular.
Darkness is food the entrails – decayed decongestion weak only abnormality within the norm you will live through this year a perished afterglow of sundown you are fenced off by a wall of rain flushing out emotion shadows breathe fire tongues of metaphors expose verbosity an immaculate image emerges of the returns from
The trains had to be tardy With our feline wrists we were always ready With our rose tattoos O the callous hands of darkness Alright come over here, I am thirsty with my white horses The mortar beating the memories My leaves were crushed, and you tossed them away Though I had given birth to
Heavenly touch. the sin of the trees. the lament of the lampions. the divine hymn played by the bells. Incensed days. we used to have velvet dreams. that voice spellbound me. that endless aria. your filtered sunny eyes. your heart is twenty-four carats. The tale of humanity starts with love My heart bundles you
As the sky, like a rusted dagger, Plunged into the bosom of the evening, Everything was stained crimson. It was no wildfire It was the shadow of an unnamed transformation Creeping across my skin. Firebirds emerged, Those ancient birds… Yet, how I had fled from myself. Now I must hide For sometimes, one fears Being
In sleepless nights of feverish delirium, Amidst the fluttering of seagulls and my own heart, I drift into the night With dreams where I cannot tell What is illusion and what is real. A crimson seal burns upon my brow, The memory of a day beyond time… White birds descend from the night, Words woven
In the silence of Galata, With my eyes closed, As if the world has fallen silent… A city’s heart beats behind me Galata gazes from afar, Weary with the weight of centuries. Seagulls trace forgotten loves Across the sky; Two birds rest upon my shoulder One is the past, The other, tomorrow… And you, between
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I could carry the weightlessness Of my being upon my eyelashes I want no burdens anymore I do not even want gravity I should drift through the air In the sky, I could dive into The cool, blue waters of the oceans I want to reach out and catch the fish Darting about in
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Sometimes, there is no need for long conversations It can be summarized briefly, even in a single word. Sighs are unnecessary Better to be straightforward, open, and clear. How many are granted this chance When the subject is love? The rear-facing camera poses a threat to our secrets A single word might hold the magic
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Even if it lasts but a moment, That moment signifies so many days. Sandcastles crumble; your hands are rough, Memories ache deep within, smiles grow pale, And lips, tensed tight, Seem to have sworn An oath never to curve into a smile again, Disregarding all that was once spoken. In that moment, even
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