My longing is one nomadic wind
wave in need,
one coward creek …thy longing is storm
you know when you find a cloud
tired eagle glides through the gray


tangled one willow in need of a comb
misled vine tree from its needs
that whispering breeze is my longing
like a note in need of melody


I send you the smell of buds
mixed with the loyal zephyr winds
with all my longing
and let me lend you
one breath from my life.





©Günsel Djemal-05.04.2011-Tuesday 13:01 -Herne Hill