Each time I think of you
A gazelle jumps down, drinking
Water among the reeds.
Each evening a green olive
And a piece of sky take me
Boldly to your arms.
Each time I think of you
Roses grow at my fingers,
I give water to horses,
Loving the mountain more.
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Beautiful imagery 🙂
Glad you liked this Turkish poem.