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Tarana Turan Rahimli |
Some will leave their traces, in this world
Some won’t be satisfied with anything.
A grave of somebody
Will mention about its owner,
A word of somebody
Will be left after somebody.
All will desire
To leave any word in this world.
The centuries will cause to forget them.
The false castles made of lies
Will be destroyed.
The people will know everything
They will reprobate after knowing.
The fires will be made
For the guilty past.
They will choose only the words
And will keep only them..
And ...and they will recognize me
From my love!
***
I grew up
I was left on the crossroads,
I grow up choosing my own way.
I passed through the aches
That filled into my inside.
I was interested with a strange wish,
I directed towards light and sound.
I drunk off the love
I grew up drinking such loves.
I took hands of the expectation,
I was lost in the corners of life.
I cut the grief to my height
I grew up in this way.
My spirit was invaded thousand times,
I took shelter only in the hemistichs.
A fire was made inside of my heart
But I didn’t burn, I grew up being experienced.
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You can’t draw my picture
You can draw a picture of a tree or a stone
You can draw picture of fading winter in spring
You can take all what you see in this world,
You can’t draw my picture…
You can resemble my eyes and eyelashes,
Even you can find the color of my word.
You can draw the blind patience inside of me,
You can’t draw my picture.
Maybe you can draw the heart of a stranger,
Maybe you may knock down the expectation in my inside.
Maybe you may pour my spirit into the paints,
You can’t draw my picture.
My image will always be in front of your eyes,
But you can’t be able to see my own being.
Your lifetime may be over, but that picture won’t be over,
You can’t draw my picture.
Thank you very much for the publishing my poems! I w─▒sh you great success!
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