My city woke up with a start from its deep sleep
My city woke up with a start from its deep sleep
I would listen my wounds’ lullabies
Sorrowful would flow into my eye pouches
They squeeze so much as they hold on to
would drop a purple kiss each time as they fall
I would also open purple curtains to mornings
Would the sea stay still into my shores
the tide occurred would flow
dead fishes would invade my shores
It is unknown whether because of the land or my wounds
dead city’s sleeps of death
those I couldn’t make it sleep
The city of the wounds I couldn’t forget
or maybe my homeland
Here I, inside the borders of this country or,
land, the continent come out into the eyes
sleeps, the awaken tramp
Asia Europe included
over of a cloud included.
Reklamlar
