Wall, Dedicated To My Secret Love: (: ( Poem by Okan Emanet

Wall, Dedicated To My Secret Love: (: (



I feel that the wall of my vein is thinning as minutes call for a farewell,
which brings with, after my death, a gate to heaven or hell
there will be no call on my gravestone, there will be only a cold wall
Whoa! the lady with endless gazes of stars and melting ice
Before the toll of death rings for that aching man,
will you hear of the sound screaming on your very eyes
will you touch the feel-nothing-sensational tan
will you henceforth lament for my going so far away
or will you stay behind a wall watching my corpse just like clay?

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