Fig by Birhan Keskin

You made me laugh, Summer, you’re my dream
I slept with you, with you I wake.

My insides are soooo big, the world
fits in, next to you.
O my spikeless, cornerless, lingering love
my self as withered as a summer leaf.

translated by George Messo


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