A Dream-Color Marble
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Rahman Henry
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Look my love, my fugitive queen!
Everyday is a today, and
Every upcoming day is
Tomorrow that never comes;
We have a lot of yesterday
To postmortem,
Unfold them all and look for
The truth we cultivated silently.
All the yesterday collectively
Creates a reusable hidden world,
That's the only place
Where we can discover ourselves.
Our love is a dream-color marble,
Lost in the world of yesterday!
Bu şiiri puanla
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