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The Dark Valley
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Alone and Forsaken
We met in the spring time when blossoms unfold
The pastures were green and the meadows were gold
Our love was in flower as summer grew on
Her love like the leaves now have withered and gone
The roses have faded, there's frost at my door
The birds in the morning don't sing anymore
The grass in the valley is starting to die
And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry 🎶
Ode to nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
Inferno, Canto 1
Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Lily and the valley
"Tüm yıldızlar en az bir kere ağlamıştır.
En çok ağlayan yıldız sensin."
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~ Hivers
A Balzac in the Loire Valley
It coincided with the migration time of cranes
Our flight to the Loire Valley
Qatar qatar cranes and our first migration
The first day we glided across the valley
We touched the talisman of the river
We warmed through the castles
Because our first migration
We undressed the green of the vineyards at night
We dressed the flow of the Loire River in the daytime
Your perfume smells like wine
Dressed in green night
You flowed along the river and went inside me
My eyes are pregnant with sleep
A lily in the Loire Valley
A Balzac brave enough to choose purple
Scattered sentences like my scattered hair
Taste and savor in the land of gourmets!
There's little to wine
So much for the night!
