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179 · Jan 2021
Infinite Ascension
As if the ground I step on will pull me
My eyes close
with the harmony of the voices
My heart is both restless and peaceful
An endless search deep inside
Whispers dance with bird chirps
I stop and listen quietly
I walk where the light takes
My faith will be my support in the skies
Where green meets blue
Just listen
with the noise of their own showdown
Deep inside
Pull the eternity your inside
with every grain
Don't we all drift into the deep river of our emotions?
91 · Mar 2020
Hope
The sun hitting the face among the branches
Reflected from the crystal
it's like a rainbow
As you proceed without coming back
deep into the greenery
The birds are going away
among the pine cones
ornaments of our nest
We find ourselves in the scent of pine
Smiles mixed with soil
With ants walking over us
Right after ten trees
There is an endless road for us
One last deep breath
One last look to the world
Among the mountain flowers
88 · Feb 2020
Beyond Time
In black and white photographs
There are times when we have real smiles
While playing Lacrimosa in my mind
There is an old book smell here
I leave myself to rustling leaves
I walk in the crowd
Forgotten in Signoria Square
With the souls drowned in the ashes of history
Of the old shimmery respectable nights that bring the paintings to life
Sorrow hidden in melodies
They are all humming around me
While hitting a glass from a glass
Dancing on the wire of the violin around the corner
Dukes and duchesses with their magnificent dresses
Weren't we all a sign of lost time?
66 · Feb 2020
The Sound Of Spirits
I'm in the clouds on a horse
I’m running with my old valiant ancestors
At the point where green and blue meet
The sun is now close to sunset
The wind's touch on my face
I was here a long time ago, I know
My people, my plain, my mountains
Now where my spirit belongs
On Khan Tengri Mountain
63 · Mar 2020
MELODY OF THE WİND
An anonymous man among the anonymous
As you glide through the melody of your heart on the crowded streets
A cloud collapses into your eyes on the trail of a storm
Movie frames falling from your life
Swept across the wind
Your mother's last smile
Kiss of your first love
In the dusty pages of your mind dried cherry flowers
Now they are all in lost lands
54 · Feb 2020
Moonlight
Sun rays on all four sides
Unique treasure of paints
At the end of my brush
the perspective of genius
Last light of the moon hitting the canvas

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