Pregnant Nights
My bond
My cells
Or is it my blood
That makes me worship
The meltemi winds
From Anatolian shores
Erect olive branches
Dirty brown valleys
Seagulls afloat
And immobile
By symphonic chatter
Chatter of crickets
And backgammon
Nights filled with
Cherry red wines
Ancient nights
Evening with no beginning
Endless summer nights
Do seagulls hear what I hear
Pregnant nights
Baba and backgammon
Crying aloud
Pawns getting smashed
Cherry red wines
Ancient nights
Evening with no beginning
Endless summer nights
My baba talking
I am listening
Listening and listening
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