Paralysed moonlight pools in poppy seeds;
beni—söyleyemem—yet I sense and feel.
Why does this dream turn into body-betrayal,
this ruhsal ihanet in the still-sleeping hour?
Paralysed moonlight pools in poppy seeds;
beni—söyleyemem—yet I sense and feel.
Why does this dream turn into body-betrayal,
this ruhsal ihanet in the still-sleeping hour?