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Inside your brain my farewell
“Don’t go Sun I am awake at last†no I have to go they are calling. "Who are they"? this is East under the sky Do not mourn II would my heart carry? at this hour my crystal tears should not fall sad departure III Grunting loudspeaker with wet high-pitched voice “Last call†I'm running V.I.P making way to catch up with the gate no. 208 away from the coast of Britannia to re-discover with the gaping eyes Istanbul looks so peaceful from heaven lucky and happy spirit dressed in her coat like a one charming woman ... I have nestled in my seat IV crowded and misty steam as approaching Britannia clouds are dyeing your scent the veil is growing V Appeared smiling green fields I' ve put on pearl ornaments from the East to my hopes for that magical image VI from a distance temptation to sin deadly unites our souls by looking at the sky actually I've read and learned thee and by looking at the letters reflected on Istanbul’ s face But uh ... without the existence of the insidious foxes. © Gunsel Djemal 22.04.2011 Istanbul-London
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