Poem by DİLEK DEĞERLİ
THE PALE GARDEN The garden winter is falling on the groundthe broken leaves are on the carpetsteel beaks are on my cold skin.Oh, are the crackings in the wallheard from the garden?The wine is still sour. The wind that hides in my hairshaking out desert magic into my sleepthe night with winter fingerswalking around my narrow streetsice nails of the […]
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