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Apr 18
My eyes were fixed beyond the door,

At that moment,

Somewhere, curses filled the air—

Or a flower was picked, with tender care,

To be given, gently, elsewhere.


At that moment,

all the clocks stopped inside.

My heart pumped the flow with all its force.

It felt like waters were flooding in,

I drifted into a dream.



At that moment,

to explain it would take hours.

And now, if I tried to write it down,

it always feels like a different story.

A few enormous seconds

would never fit into all the words.



At that moment,

I heard something break.

A child was surely born.

Someone heard they were loved.

Someone ran to what they’d lost.

And I—

I just stood still.



The clouds spilled memory.

A message fell from the sky.

Time passed in a gentle drizzle.

The trams had made way for me,

I, myself—

but I stood

at the stop,

Still as a thought

And standing still.



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Burak Balkaya  36
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