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I stay awake till morning
Timid eyes are coffee grounds From the temple of the seas I am watching while you are sleep I love you Without nuzzle on to your bosom Without touching your sleep I sit on your shores Fondle By your bed Breathless Without touching The sea and you I collect smell profoundly my native shore Without touching to the waves. ©Günsel Djemal ELÃœSTÃœN1.10.2013
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