Leila CANKAYA Poems

How long, l hadn't seen a grave
Many tombs, l looked such...
Side to side many bones
Like say, everything is lie.
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Bird...Can it know that
It was free...

It would fly
...

In their hands, some packets
Small hopes inside...
People are waiting the bus.
If it doesn't come? Alas!
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I am wandering between the ruins
Unstable winds stop and blow again.
Screaming above my head a crow,
Is it calling my disaster or warns me?
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Where is day
There is night.
Where is pain
There is delight.
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One people can love a machine?
I did.

Gears, they have, rhythmic moves, dark brown colour,
...