ağladım,
sonsuz ağladım,
kendime çok kızdım
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;
(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
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