Hakan Güzhan

Dark Black

January 18th 2009 in Poetry

A dark black night
silent enough…

Smoke is both in your mouth
and assume in your eyes
never seen the dark…

Yet your hands and your tongues
either your honey lips…
Where have they all gone?

Come along come back
neither begging nor dying
nor being buried left back…

None of these pass beyond
the darkest place
is being forgotten…

Here it is the night,
now it is a night…

 





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