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Hamed
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Look how the notes are jumbled And the songs play a contradictory instrument The air is heavy as lead And the rain, recklessly, falls O oldest letter in my alphabet See that without spring There is neither pleasure nor beauty To experience beauty I come to you I come With the blossoms of the moist trees Be patient a little Poet: [ Bahaeddin Karakoç / Turkey, 1930-2018 ]
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