Everything can be done with a white paper
Plane for example,kite for instance…
Can be put under a table which is wobbling
because one of the foot is shorter than the others
or a poem can be written about a life which is shorter than others.
Everything can be written on a white paper, except you
Hard to find a comparison to your beauty.
The best thing you can do;
to ask the things which are trying to resemble to you.
Like to a rose, to spring, to autumn…
Maybe the cure is in nature, and the cure of you resembling to a flower
and my desperation as a gardener with calloused conscious
I understand from plants but I can’t tell the speech between soil with the sun
The speech which is a flower more likely or almost like you
You give me light, I have so many buds
my roots are hidden inside of me
There are no one who comes, goes, blooms and no knot
You want a poem with comparisons in it; excuse me my dear…
There is nothing in me which can be resembled to you
I am a passenger who is coming from a long way without preparation
I passed from wounded or wound-less loves
a white paper emptiness in my heart
I told everything which is, is not, hurts, aches…
Wish I knew; everything were to arrive you.
All pangs, all stabilized friendships
If I knew; I would run faster,
I would come with willingly paces
to your eyes’s coral greens.
Looking at you is like looking at wind
Looking at you is like telling a miracle
The roads which I walked carelessly are witness
If you are inquiring love, my magnificent. Only handcuffs are suspects
It doesn’t matter whatever I say because if you know,
you will remember the ones who sell, and make artificial flowers
are not the gardeners but merchants…
As you are such a eye, such a soil and sun partnership
As you are heaven slippery on your skin
writing a poem to you is foolishness
There is just a word between my teeth
I call you as my rose and rose’s life start to get longer
I want that all my promises remain in you
I call you as my rose and now rose is immortal because of resembling to you
all the poems I wrote are foreword for a book which is starting to you by you
Looking at you is like looking at a white paper
which is ready to be everything
looking at you is like looking at wind
be ashamed of the appearance you saw
looking at you is like denying all the coincidences
and telling a miracle
looking at you means believe in God
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