|
|
|
|
Curtains of ımaginary vortex
In the rayen black forest wander ı with my dead flowers.
I look for my dead children with all my melancholy.
So thirsty for peace is my soul that;
I wait for my end with full moon light.
Perceiving is so difficult
And being able to find the truth.
I can see the beauty of death;
I can see the truth through my dull eyes
Behind the curtains of imaginary vortex.
On the roses shed ı each drop of blood
From my eyes and ı vomit blood.
Dreadful dreams again turn to beauty
With the cold breath of death.
''ı just came...
Don't know the reason.
My feet took me here
And ı kissed, without reason
The body with the identify 'meAnd ı leave without knowing the reason.
My feet take me from here.''
HATA BİLDİR
|
|
|
|
Yorum Yapın