Member Poem

When the flowers scold me and send me home,
I bury my mind in the depths of the rivers.
When my heart asks what the price of music is,
I put pennies on the song of a street nomad singer.
When rivers of blood flow relentlessly on the battlefield,
I make bullets out of autumn snowdrops.
When the clouds blow stones on the roof of my house,
I name winter haiku as raindrops.
When butterflies fly around my shadows,
I mortgage my breath and buy candles.
Like children building mud houses on the beach sand,
I let the experience boats swim in the sea of memories stored in my mind.
As I walk in front of the churches,
I donate my umbrella to the Mariyal - Jesus who stands cross-legged in the sun.
When I draw a rainbow on white paper,
The nails I cut grow like roses.
For squirrels playing in the middle of the tree branches,
I am gifting fruits picked in my garden.
When my life-like love letters are buried in my chest and cry,
Lord removes the thorns that fill the tomb garden.
Today I live alone in the course of time;
I look at the face of my past in the mirror of old age.
How many more pages am I going to flip through like this;
It all makes me cry like endless waves.
Each of the past tense is like a gold ring,
That's Hidden within my old-fashioned diary.
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