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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2011-12-25 | | God designed the world How many times have I avoided the rebellion in my eyes What kind of a game is this? In the garden of art To regenerate Letters are rotting in my brain Wanting revolution Route? Ignorance Non-the less silence My love is my pen Second-hand words are cursed This scene should change The world is space, its space is God For the sake of love… For I is it Rosemary? Or its scent? Reminding me of the woman’s loneliness As the rosemary’s, basil’s and jasmine’s are running out of the mountains Oh God it is the place of my death My love, I get lost in the green of your apocalypse Carry on longing my eyes, In between embers and eyes I decided to become rich And I will be selling laughter While the children are disappearing They decided to increase the amount of the schools. ©Günsel Djemal 24.12.2011
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