Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut: the whole and one reason

He's been the man I really love
And the one, as well, I fell apart

For not being under a cresent, but a cross
Which is the whole and one reason of my loss

by Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut

Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut

Monday, 29 September 2008

the whole and one reason

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Thou hast come out in an Athenian way, you naughty child, Cupides!

What I still have not forgotten is your kiss, well can I?

It was quite safe with you to breath the greeen air of woods, then you used to kiss me long

I just had a long glance while you are gone... The leaves were red on an autumn day...

As simple as a water drop, yet what lies behind is what I feel. This is the very difference.

How long shall I stand on my own on the never ending red field. Won't you come?

Let me have yer hands, to get away in the mist. Hold it tight, and let us be dragged to happiness.

I'm the white, pure daisy that is gazing at you all night long while you are asleep, not aware...

Having a good life together, getting old together and finally decaying together! Unifying in Earth

As fragile as a lotus, but with thousands of pedals. Floating but standing uphigh, in vivid colours

Do not leave my heart on a rainy day, my tears are enough to wet it.

Getting vague in every hour, emerging with the colours of nature, my fair land.

Is love in our hands, can we hold it foreever if we wish. And can we show it?

Dunno how but, loves reveals itself; !'m not aware but I feel it anyway.

As rare as an orchid, gleaming with with white colours but in darkness.

do I belong to here, my Gott, have ne'er seen this glass of pond before, I belong to nature, ye see

I'm not hiding in the depth of Himalayan jungle, but separated as ye see here away from my home...

Nope, can I be as beautiful as thee and bear the same courtesy like you.

Hadt survived in the harsh winter. Gazing at thee, Helios, to get the joy of life. Surrounded all.

I'm next to thee, as thou wish'd, thouching and feeling thee with my whole pedals; enchant me...

The crimson, ye Adonis blood! I can hear his yell, and feel the warmth of his blood...

Easter is close, the icons are covered with the colour of passion, purple, like ireses...

I'm at the last drop! Need to emerge with soil and get alive in new bodies... Giving life, forever!

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