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My heart is a reformatory, doctor.
An orphan child is constantly scolded inside
My heart is a bird whose body is stuck in reformatories
He dies in side hotels without knowing how to fly
My heart is an incorrigible bird, doctor.
It gets clogged and dies in metropolises.Sayfa 108 - Kapı Yayınları 3. BasımKitabı okudu
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My heart is an incorrigible bird, doctor.
It gets clogged and dies in metropolises.
Ruknettin'in aynalarda ağladığı kadar var.
Bir mevsimin kıyısından tutarsan Ruknettin
Kurak ovalara yağmurlar yağar,
Ayak bileklerinden kavrarsan bir harfi,
Kalbin şiir olup vadilerini sular.
Senin de vadilerin vardır Ruknettin!
Kehanetler kurarsın,yağmalarsın kendini
Kurtarıp o yangında ilk önce kalbini
Niyedir,aynalarda azalır
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My heart is a reformatory, doctor.
An orphan child is constantly scolded inside
My heart is a bird whose body is stuck in reformatories
He dies in side hotels without knowing how to fly
My heart is an incorrigible bird, doctor.
gets clogged and dies in metropolises
Then the elegies are read.
This text has been automatically translated from Turkish. Show Original
My heart is a reformatory, doctor.
An orphan child is constantly scolded inside
My heart is a bird whose body is stuck in reformatories
He dies in side hotels without knowing how to fly
My heart is an incorrigible bird, doctor
It gets clogged and dies in metropolises.
This text has been automatically translated from Turkish. Show Original
“My heart is a reformatory, doctor.
An orphan child is constantly scolded inside
My heart is a bird whose body is stuck in reformatories
He dies in side hotels without knowing how to fly
My heart is an incorrigible bird, doctor
It gets clogged and dies in metropolises.”
Kemal Sayar, Prophecies for Ruknettin's Heart