My Sad Hands Poem by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali

My Sad Hands



Lost one by one
like cool reflections
of those scarlet roses
and of your smiles and kisses
fallen on that love pools rippling
through these yellow fall leaves
dropping upon my deep dreams
softly embracing and warming me
in the empty palms of my sad hands
filled now with colorful consolations

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