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THE WOMAN.

in her secret life

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sad

His.

Darling, your life is dancing
like a rolling dice.

Busy busy til the Sun resides

at the farward skyline-

A celestial straight line

dividing day and night,

dividing you and I.

And the wheel of life

keeps spinning in your mind,

on and on every night.

See.

Giggling in the trees,

darling, what do you see

in me?

Is the Sun 

shining bright

on the crown

of a king

on the day he left

a kingdom 

and his queen?

Is the wind

blowing wild

on a face

of wrinkled sins?

And the sand?

Reflections?

And Illusions?

Do they drip

like tears

of my eyes

on the day

you left the throne?

And since, long you’re gone, gone, gone.

Suicide.

Unhesitatingly,

I hang myself by a thread of your hair

and let me burnt in the flame of your stare.

Still,

I’m craving for your sins,

etching on my skin,

when the moonlight left a kiss

on the linen sheet

and you got my everything.

I’ve missed you lately.

It’s funny how I’ve missed you lately

Like…

I’m drunk in old memories.

Damn beautiful memories:

Hands, hugs,

mornings, nights,

moonlights,

your eyes.

By my bare hands, those I murdered

now against the rust

came like a fever:

Haunted.

Relentless.

Damn! This I hatred.

“With you, why am I so helpless?”

Fool.

He said he was a selfish fool.

Yes, he is.

My fool.

I’m thinking if he knows

Life is all about:

fooling around.

We are all fools, dear. 

Don’t take the cloth

off your eyes.

Let you’re fooled

by life,

and see 

if your roads 

cross mine.

Waves.

Today, Sadness touched me

naturally-

like waves-

strong and small,

in the sea,

kissing the shores,

taking away dreams 

I wanted to be,

to the horizon

that my eyes’re unable to see.

Lie.

Dear, everything you said-

I remember.

And unfortunately I know-

You’re a liar.

Question.

Dear, did you notice

since when we only said goodbye;

our talks only started with poems of mine;

and my ears were no longer filled with your sweetest sigh?

Well, definitely you could deny; but…

this question never crossed your mind-

That I’m certain.

Ink.

Like ink on my hands, your love stains my heart.

And no matter how painful are my fingers,

I keep writing on rugged paper-

Red blood drips over black letters.

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