Memorial

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‎Memory does not do much harm without traces

‎That day, I suddenly found a memory

‎In the longitudinal section of the rib bone

‎I was overwhelmed with love and happiness

‎The tired heart swam in the water of my eyes

‎Promises were scattered from the soul,

‎A supernatural promise

‎The wound wanted to settle

‎But like many, I am nostalgic myself

‎So I postponed the amputation.

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‎A memory from the tomb of the river said,

‎’People who have lost their memory are helpless’

‎Even blood stirs up a thousand memories

‎The memories of the world never retire

‎You will return – I know it is pointless

‎Still, it is for a dignified life.

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‎One day I went to see the sea

‎There were countless memories on the beach

‎I picked up memories from the pebbles

‎Some memories shouted

‎’Forgive me, forgive me’

‎I couldn’t express my tears for you

‎The ocean’s tears were filled with memories

‎I didn’t pronounce it clearly with my open chest

‎Your name that you gave me

‎The ocean waited for me

‎I waited for your embrace.

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‎One day the rain touched my past

‎It wanted to give me freedom

‎It couldn’t erase all the sorrow

‎And couldn’t separate me from the sorrow

‎By the one who taught me to love

‎Only you can give me a river free from sorrow.

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‎You know, memories are eternal, heavenly

‎Revived in solitude

‎I will feel pride in your memory

‎As long as I live

‎I too have secret memories

‎There is the sorrow of losing my soul

‎Who will pay the price of losing my soul?

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‎Memories mixed with the intoxicating air

‎Who can afford to ignore it?

‎I continuously drink the essence of memories

‎Feelings hanging from a window filled with sadness

‎I remove the window curtain and see the horizon line

‎Where the poetic essence merges with the essence of me.

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‎No one questions the wind above my head,

‎The ground beneath my feet,

‎The waves of adolescence,

‎The dreams of youth,

‎The stars falling in the darkness,

‎The stopped watch –

‎How have they kept me?

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‎Don’t you ask – at what price is memory sold,

‎at what price is time sold?

‎I haven’t learned to sell memory

‎I haven’t learned to sell time

‎I couldn’t bow my head like a slave for a moment.

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‎Now the poetry shops are not crowded

‎Like the forbidden shops are crowded

‎Poetry does not glorify the soul

‎Because you do not recite the exiled poem

‎Open the window of the soul once

‎Purify my tears

‎With breath, purify the soil

‎Purify our surroundings again

‎Let’s drink together morning, afternoon, evening

‎Let’s drink hand in hand the song of time

‎Let’s release the anxious stars

‎Let’s embrace the earth deeply.

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