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Koksal Yildiz Poem
Something is missing on me
Something is missing of me
Without knowing what happened
But to know what will happen
Holding of tips of everything
But something like to do nothing
Something is missing of me
Being silent now, or talking till forever
Even or, because of not becoming as wished
something like to demolish that already existing,
To get on to the ship not arrived
Drinking from the cup of vine not filled yet
To get on knees on her door
Something like to resist in te front
Something is missing of me
Being empty nearby the full
Being full near by the empty
Being wet near by wet
But something like nevertheless being burnt
The Original of this poem is Turkish and I am not sure that my translation is enough to tell it!s real meaning .. Written by Köksal YILDIZ on 2010
Copyright © Koksal Yildiz | Year Posted 2019
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Koksal Yildiz Poem
The name is love,
Everything that happens with you and what's going to happen,
In my eyes, when you wrap into the truth,
Ask me what your name is,
Ask me to tell you
My name is love, to you alone.
Just ask,
When my lips touch your lips,
My soul, my love will flow into you,
All I know will be passed to you,
Everything will be yours.
What wasn't there before, or if it was incomplete
What happens later, even if it is half,
Everything....
Copyright © Koksal Yildiz | Year Posted 2019
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