Inner Voice of Pain

Inner Voice of Pain

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There is smoke behind the mountains,
deserted, dark
If I die, I will die on a September evening
My country burns in my heart like a fire
And freedom poems on my lips
Raindrops in my night, you are on my mind
I dream of a life that reaches the horizon
Unlimited, undisturbed,
Without cheating, without fighting,
Passionate like waterfalls, blue like the sky
Neither femicides nor screams
Before September comes to our door
Laments do not shatter the dawn
Children one morning before they were shot along the cliff
Soil without bleeding
Zemheris bloom the wildflowers without wilting them
The new day without keeping it prisoner in shackles
executions before delivery,
Publisher : Name Publications
Number of pages : 72
ISBN : 9786050655773
Dimensions : 13x19.5
The heart : Turkish
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Inner Voice of Pain It's smoky behind the mountains, It's deserted, it's dark If I die, I die on a September evening My country ignites in my heart like a fire And poems of freedom on my lips Raindrops in my night, you in my mind I dream of a life that reaches the horizon Unlimited, without lurking, Without tricks, without fights, Passionate like waterfalls, blue like the sky Neither femicides nor screams are at our door Laments before September comes and knocks on our door A morning without tearing apart the dawn, Children without being shot on the cliffs, Land without bleeding, Wildflowers without withering the ground, The new day without keeping them captive in shackles, Spring without executions, NAME043
Inner Voice of Pain

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