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my passion…your honey leaking eyes…
had left marks in my heart your cotton field palms when I kissed inflamed my lips your breath at the mild spring breeze... and when the clouds were striking at your eye-brows your laughter… when the sea-gulls were flying on your lips your skin… without touching the wheat your languorous walk i missed you by my side on the shores of my sea I am captive to you. Poem by : Atilla Elüstün -Edirne 16/8/1998 Translation by : Günsel Djemal - London
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