Poet: Işıl Ayça Akkuş

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(E. Ergin’s Version)

Note: First poet who is invited and joining to this project (because I already knew how beautiful her words are!), saying yes without hesitation, yet first and foremost – you were my pen companion, sister, and family in a sacred forest, far away from our homes and yesterday’s tears. You were the one saving a card, then making cozy nights with your warm light. Through our winds, storms, yesterday and tomorrows, I could do nothing but to be grateful for the fate bringing you, this mighty pen and paper and the spirit of a kind september into my path. Like a hug, light hand in my hair, the shoulder I know I can rest. Long live babe, cause I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you!

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I am a shy creature
Yet I dared to ask 
coffee and adventures once
The girl said yes
Legacy is the rest

Bruised hands of ours
Count on my shoulder
When we tap in desperation
Only table of poets
No other salvation

My autumn is warm
Oranges, summer's sunshine
Hidden in the fallen leaves
Golden sands, calm wave heals
Sweeter than a spring breeze

O' my girl
Nature finds life in her hands and essence
Oceans, carettas
Seas and desperate souls
All beings living
In search of science and joy
A ceremony
You drop rains
To make rainbows out of storms
Your raindrops
In my empty pockets
Restless bikes rides'
Songs reaches miles
Words crosses lands
Thy embrace, my dear
Reaches far beyond this traveler
While nearest is the far
A cat is the only pal

How shall I celebrate thy existence
I can see the childhood
The little girl,
smart, sweet yet a fighter
with her mighty shark
and the lovely family under
I stop my rebellion to fate
Cause after all
It bring you to me,
In the hill of machines'
or the gloomy nights of this will

O' my girl,
Dear friend and companion
My penpal and glorious sailor
I pray for days
No one could dim your light,
You find and hold a love
As precious as you, 
Like a little pearl 
Hidden gems and greens oceans' deep
I pray for days 
No fear finds your doorway
No kingdoms' pressure
Futures and figures blurred
No polity is stolen

I hope that I see
How you shine bright in depths
High skies, raising the bets
Each grey by years shines thy 
Till wrinkles grow we stood by

I hope there is life left in me
This old, tired willow
Hope we could flourish
Love and cherish
In our garden of tomorrows

You and your sharp wit
Nights of poetry,
Dim lights in our sanctuary
None but our will

O' my girl
You made poetry alive,
Though I was the one
You bring back to life.