It is Bleeding
Yazan: Edebiyat Mevsimi Tarih: Tem 6th, 2008 | Kategori:: Literature
Türkçe için Tıkla (For Turkish)
My hands holding a rose are bleeding now,
Your existance makes my soul suffer,
Making my heart awaken was my love to you,
Being without you makes my heart trembling,
My hands holding a rose are bleeding now.
I don’t know where my lost composure is,
Is it in the hub(center of earth), or in the sky?
Why these ebbs and flows, is it my fault?
Am I an obstacle or failure for myself?
I don’t know where my lost composure is.
My noble spirit Phoenix, don’t be sad please,
I loved you my Rose, it is enough for me,
I know I love u but u dont and I’m on fires
Being without you is worse than death to my soul,
My noble spirit Phoenix, don’t be sad please,
Poet (Şair): Murat CANBOLAT
Translated by (Çeviren): Mustafa
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