Poet: Işıl Ayça Akkuş

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I forgot my flight today,
Friendly shoulder, miles away,
Sobbing the pain engulfed in months,
Releasing all like green miles.

Tires, tires, the wheel upside down,
Golden bike is not going on,
Holy horse of warrior crushed in January,
Kid learning theory,
For how long can one keep falling,
Crumbled puzzle pieces,
For how long can one walk
In the bleeding knees of fate.

Putting a rebel in sunlight,
Dawns and darks and night forest,
Whispering trees,
Freshly baked hope, crusty, crushed,
Stones raining and praying on my fall.
Wel plezier, I might as well fly

Goddess yields golf of dozens,
Hands tied in unspoken wishes,
I thought that plane would take off Friday,
Taking me from all agony, fears away,
I already burned.
At least let me find my feet in the sky,
I already burned for miles,
At least let me be the star.