Poet: Işıl Ayça Akkuş

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Wavering loneliness, lighting the blues;
The flames arrived with rain.
Losing the essence in golden streets,
Wheels of a cruel fate
Catching the fool clueless.
Newly washed memories
Require no iron,
Hanging in the clouds,
Capturing a phantom pain.

Mockingbird whispers:
Some shall not afford
The sorrow of "never-happeneds."
Time relapses in the blink of an eye,
Catching the train of the "yet-to-be."
From all the wars' wounds,
She finds herself even stronger
A willow bearing with the storm,
Roots far too stubborn for the gale.

A moon escaping the sun
Whilst fighting the battles of Earth;
No matter how long the run,
The chase is like a holy terror.
A million pieces of mirror,
The fractions of fate rise each day.
Despair, joy, and the hope of it all
Find a living in an ocean cave.

The very matter you must stay away from
Is the one you need like breath.
Holding all you had
Whilst taking that leap of faith.
"Five senses," they say,
Until the break leaves you brave;
Yet all of them are blinded by a light
Sunflowers, hurricanes, and ancient roses