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Elif Naz Ogunc Poem
Before the light could find my frame,
A breath of blue became the air.
I waited—not for hope or name—
But for a silence I could bear.
The self withdrew, then disappeared,
No shelter left for soul to keep.
All colors fell, as time grew smeared;
Just blue remained—too vast, too deep.
What burned was not a mortal flame,
But thought encased in frost and skin.
The world collapsed without a claim,
And left a hush that rings within.
Copyright © Elif Naz Ogunc | Year Posted 2025
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Elif Naz Ogunc Poem
Words like thorns, stuck deep, they choke,
A silent scream, a shattered spoke.
My shadow flees, won’t show its face,
Lost within its hollow space.
Time’s rusted blade, it carves with grace,
Slowly tracing my fragile base.
Hands of emptiness, cold and pale,
Cradle a doom that’s set to sail.
On edges sharp, where whispers race,
I hold the night’s forsaken grace.
Copyright © Elif Naz Ogunc | Year Posted 2025
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