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Say I will
come in the spring do not lean the first one will bite you the last one will bite me in summer time with you I will warm up on your lips say spring time and prepare the wine the most reddish one then head over to fuel the fire place let it rage to burn with roaring sounds don’t forget your candles its lights will hit your walls you say spring time throw in the middle of two flames to ignite from your veins it will explode your heart your longing passion will blaze everywhere let the ice melt of off your fringe we will shovel and throw happiness on top of us by shovelling we will make a ball at child’s play crazy love making when embracing one body In an effort to find the peak by shooting the grey clouds we will open a pathway for the ones who are following us from behind let there be no ship sailing without its course neither without the water and the steering wheel nor to separate from the steering wheel never let their heartbeats stop for the double faced the end the beginning summer time say in the spring your seas will blossom tempering flowers say in the spring. Poem by: Attila Elüstün 8/12/2010 Osmanbey-Istanbul Translation by: Günsel Djemal-8/12/2010 – Bromley Road-London
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