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Ahmet Kurt Poem
Our heart looks to the light
My ship-wrecked road is shabby.
Our promise is not the big lovers,
My layout, my tune, my misery.
Resistance every time I walk
I imagined the giant,
Desperate, confused, how to walk
My scales, my weighing, my time is miserable.
Laughs
Replicates, more scolding tricks,
The sadness of the cradle sees the bales,
Half, I'm missing, it's all wretched.
Maya has kept the enslaved enslaved captive,
We're out of direct credit
Prophetic prophecy
My hall, my square, my place is miserable.
We've got a blackout
The figure from our floor is cut,
Our record is printed on the seal
My history, my star, his name is miserable.
Copyright © Ahmet Kurt | Year Posted 2018
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Ahmet Kurt Poem
Don't be born,
Our hands cut ice,
Stubbornness
Who knows what street woman is,
We hear about your perish
That affectionate kindness.
Here are great accounts
People are small,
Innocent people are elected
And they have unlimited load
Don't be born
Our air gasp
Our mountains are occupied,
Our flowers have forgotten their roots,
Now our feelings are virtual,
Our souls are dead,
They're doomed
Cherub Puppies
Take me forever,
Evil,
My body trembling in the flame,
Don't be born, kid,
Conceiving new days,
Pocket with the wallet
Hidden in the bay
The giant you expect
Forgive us,
Don't be born
Don't be born Sak
Copyright © Ahmet Kurt | Year Posted 2018
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