I saw my beloved
in my dream
her breasts open
like so
above her waist
flow lıke a moon
among the clouds
she goes
and I go
I stop
and she stops
I look at her
and she
looks at me
the tears fall
one by one
on the telegram wıres
telegram wire
a piece news
tears
happinees and joy
let his dream
convince
and reconcile him
more and more
ABRAHAM
will lıe
for ten years more
in gaol
nazım hikmet
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