Lost Page
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Abdul Wahab
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I turn pages after pages
With the help of the tip of my fingers
In the hectic parlays, somewhere
I lose the page
With the most poetic line
Among the poems of wonder
With all the glory of depth and structure
I run my brush with all the desires
To paint the leaf of my dream
In the unknown darkness somewhere
I miss the picture
With the lustre of lines
Among the master pieces
With all the grandeur of beauty and height
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş