12 Haziran 2012 Salı

A dream hidden in a nightmare

Primitive. That's why one would prosper her soul in this heaven. It seems the stars have fallen down on earth and within the core of every house there are new born babies. O Lord, are you really there? 
I guess it was dew that the little girl was holding, little precious thing. Was it an ode or a hymn that I heard, I am not so sure. Hitherto, the mossy trees in the woods are scaring me, and his breath over my skin. 
I see a nymph by the river and probably some wise men pondering. There is no ebb & flow.
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25.10.1996, İzmir 

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