In Every Language That I Know

In Every Language That I Know

My own life too I’ve composed with a poetry elegance
I won’t mention in my composition the place that you in

I’ll salute the orange blossoms with your name
When splicing the paths I’ve walked and the paths you’ll walk
From Wallada’s poetries a familiar visage
Will come to my mind in the streets of Cordoba

The fancies that I build like I build verses
Now when you carry with care in your fingers
I won’t love you too much to come together, I don’t want
Let our names not be mentioned on the monuments of separation

I’ll learn new languages to encounter with your voice
Like I encourter the first snowfall in the street lamps
I’ll let the memories touch my face coldly
“Perdido en el jardín de la memoria”

But first
I will forget
Saying goodbye to you
In every language that I know

Hasene Gün

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Wow lovely poem. Thanks create more.

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