You used to have a friend
About five years ago
I saw her yesterday
In the street. She was pleased.
Just there standing up
We said a few words.
She was married,
A girl and a boy.
She asked about you.
“He hasn’t changed a bit,”
I said. “As you knew him.”
She understood.
She was happy. Loved her husband.
They owned their house now.
Like a criminal, guilty,
She sent you her regards.
translatede by Murat Nemet-Nejat
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Intriguing!
I agree.
Another WOW!
Glad you like it, John.
That’s superb!
Thanks, John. I’m glad you like it.
I agree with John, superb. Thank you for all this great turkish poetry Leonard.
I’m glad you enjoy reading it.