12 Nisan 2012 Perşembe

Forty Something

You are a violent flower,
You are the god’s favorite weather,
You make your way up me,
You fire it all up, gently.

I am a stray pup,
I am an eighty shilling,
I take your way up me,
I hold it all up, exquisitely.

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