DON'T FORGET ME ( This Poem From Turkey ) ( UMIT YASAR OGUZCAN ) As one day comes one would forget Even the memories he likes At least you, as the clock strikes 12 o'clock With its tired sound every night Don't forget me
Because I, every night at those hours Live you and think of you Walk miserably daydreaming You, in the place darkness becomes silent Don't forget me
At those hours your smile sprinkles Like a handful of water in me, o beloved If at your head that crazy wind Also, blows madly one day Don't forget me
I, a rawhide sandal on my foot, a scepter in my hand For you falling on these roads. After years, even, my return Suits to the day of judgment Don't forget me
If your green dress stays still, Wear that only for me one day. If you see a dew on the carnation in your flowerpot And a tired bird in your garden, Don't forget me
The day I ignite with great sorrows Even, you are fur away, still come, To whom you loved excessively you come. Please the day I'm reunited with God Don't forget me.
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