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POETRY 2025

cry for

me

I really don’t know, darling,
How can I describe my feelings?
I just want to lie down on my bed
And escape from sleep.

At that time, darling,
You should read my poems
And see my miserable soul.
Living irritates us, as do our senses.

If you cry, I won’t allow you
To read my pointless poems.
But I know, as I know your lies,
You will never cry for me.

by Sevim ALKAN
7 min

Seven minutes getting lost
into different chapters of your lives,
seeing all those blue shadows,
hearing voices and tired sighs.

Mind tricks, brain in hard times,
showing different scenes
on the same canvas.
Seven minutes into the deep of your life,
all that you lost will track you down.

Step by step, and from heart to heart,
put your new suit on and get your guard
up.
Into your cloudy days, a beam of green
light,
no matter how long the play goes,
actors go home alone at night.

by Melek KAÇAR

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