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all my words of darkness
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21 Mar 2007 Wed 02:03 pm |
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My mind is made of dreams,letters
and papers
still keeping your ryhmes and songs.
And you,when you hear someone is playing will u know its name?
You are holding my hand
and you are walking with me trough the
unnamed city.
Do u think our desires
still burn?
Do you still have hidden weapon for all those unhumans
who are trying to tear us appart?
Iam sitting in darkness
like an old birch tree
trying to question all of this.
But you are not here my beloved one,
to give me an answers!
What will it matter
when all our dreams are dead
and we are just two dancers in oil romance?
Will u still hold my hand
while bombs are falling on us?
Will you still walk with me
trough this nuclear rain in unnamed city?
Will you still call my name
when airplain is crashing on us?
Will you be here on that day, my beloved one?
My minde is made of dreams,letters
and papers and i simply love you.
And all those words are just dark moments of my imagination.
lunila
21.03.2007
any comments are wellcome
i hope i translated well
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21 Mar 2007 Wed 03:12 pm |
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Quoting lunila: My mind is made of dreams,letters
and papers
still keeping your ryhmes and songs.
And you,when you hear someone is playing will u know its name?
You are holding my hand
and you are walking with me trough the
unnamed city.
Do u think our desires
still burn?
Do you still have hidden weapon for all those unhumans
who are trying to tear us appart?
Iam sitting in darkness
like an old birch tree
trying to question all of this.
But you are not here my beloved one,
to give me an answers!
What will it matter
when all our dreams are dead
and we are just two dancers in oil romance?
Will u still hold my hand
while bombs are falling on us?
Will you still walk with me
trough this nuclear rain in unnamed city?
Will you still call my name
when airplain is crashing on us?
Will you be here on that day, my beloved one?
My minde is made of dreams,letters
and papers and i simply love you.
And all those words are just dark moments of my imagination.
lunila
21.03.2007
any comments are wellcome
i hope i translated well
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*translation from my language to english  i meant
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21 Mar 2007 Wed 05:21 pm |
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I guess it is called as free style poetry. Good job you'd done luni. Güzel şiir. Tebrikler.
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21 Mar 2007 Wed 05:35 pm |
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not 2 bad. i mean i think. but u can still improve urself i no which is not easy. dont give up 2 try 4 something new
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22 Mar 2007 Thu 08:45 am |
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Quoting Uluhan: I guess it is called as free style poetry. Good job you'd done luni. Güzel şiir. Tebrikler. |
maybe it is freestyle poetry!
tesekkur ederim for ur comennt,Ulu
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22 Mar 2007 Thu 08:57 am |
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ok Quoting iam4fun: not 2 bad. i mean i think. but u can still improve urself i no which is not easy. dont give up 2 try 4 something new |
tesekkur ederim I am 4 fun..something new?dili çok kolay bir iş ama zor ders 
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22 Mar 2007 Thu 11:44 am |
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Quoting lunila: My mind is made of dreams,letters
and papers
still keeping your ryhmes and songs.
And you,when you hear someone is playing will u know its name?
You are holding my hand
and you are walking with me trough the
unnamed city.
Do u think our desires
still burn?
Do you still have hidden weapon for all those unhumans
who are trying to tear us appart?
Iam sitting in darkness
like an old birch tree
trying to question all of this.
But you are not here my beloved one,
to give me an answers!
What will it matter
when all our dreams are dead
and we are just two dancers in oil romance?
Will u still hold my hand
while bombs are falling on us?
Will you still walk with me
trough this nuclear rain in unnamed city?
Will you still call my name
when airplain is crashing on us?
Will you be here on that day, my beloved one?
My minde is made of dreams,letters
and papers and i simply love you.
And all those words are just dark moments of my imagination.
lunila
21.03.2007
any comments are wellcome
i hope i translated well
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who wrote this poem ?
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22 Mar 2007 Thu 11:50 am |
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Quoting sanja_isyankar:
who wrote this poem ? |
No, the question is, for whom did she write it?
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22 Mar 2007 Thu 11:54 am |
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Quoting Quasimodo: Quoting sanja_isyankar:
who wrote this poem ? |
No, the question is, for whom did she write it? |
yea,please corect me....ok i know she typed it by her fingers
and i want original poem ,if i can have if of course....
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22 Mar 2007 Thu 06:05 pm |
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Quoting sanja_isyankar: Quoting Quasimodo: Quoting sanja_isyankar:
who wrote this poem ? |
No, the question is, for whom did she write it? |
yea,please corect me....ok i know she typed it by her fingers
and i want original poem ,if i can have if of course....
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selam sanja,
it is mine poem so..i mean i wroted!
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