Poem by NURSEL ERTEKİN
TRAGEDY and REVOLUTION I was painted by the sorrowful mornings. My destruction is in a nightmare. Morning in the bosom of a lyrical poem Refresh swallows in sky A rainy rose seasonNightingales like MecbulI say roses sir rosesNeckless queens in the greenhouse I ‘m a sad woman in a lyrical poem My mascara paints the night blackMy sad childhood snowdropsSeeks the […]
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