Fly, fly my longing wounded wings
See that guy, my mountain, I say
His rebellion, no pen cannot spy
That luscious green curtains his amazon eyes
There with his rakı, alongside a friend lays
The poor messenger, pass by as I did
And stay with the expectation of hope dost
until that shade of grey is lifted from me
I saw the wind in his forest
the drops falling inside, from the glowing rings of his eyes
I am in London, I could fly thence, and it pierced my heart…

Günsel Djemal ELÜSTÜN- Bromley Road 02.08.2012