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H.Leila Cankaya

  It's Around©November 2016.

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  iTS AROUND

  Just to see that cat

  There, l would go, around it.

  In any bench, l would sit.

  I was knowing that, it was around

  There, in that corner

  First, l had seen.

  I was knowing that, it feels

  I would worry about it

  Just there, under the ruin building.

 

  Sometimes, a street dog would pass speedy

  Looks to my face timid.

  As if it was knowing

  Why l was here.

  Then it goes away, silently.

  We were like sharing an innocent secret.

 

  Some, a few dark peoples slowly passed

  Like dark shadows.

  I was glad to be here

  Because, the reason

  No one knows.

  It was simple, to see it.

  When l turn to corner

  there,

  If l wait a bit.

 

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  Around it, a few cat

  But for me just that.

  Under the ruin building

  Near the church.

  It was just there

  I would go,

  But no..

  More ,

  Around it, I will trip now

  Maybe such something real love.

 

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  SOMEBODiES in BUS STATION

  In their hands, some pockets

  Small hopes, inside.

  Peoples are waiting bus

  If it doesn't come, alas!

  Some realist, some had a dream

  But, in their pockets small hopes.

  They will go to their homes.

  Familiar walls, will welcome .

  Maybe a merry

  Neighbour in balcony.

  Some, was not aware about true,

  Here, bus is coming too.

  Each one has different address

  Their fates too.

  Station was empty, now filled again

  Some on his face, hope, some, pain.

  If not, if it doesn't come bus

  Alas!

  Some have been chatting

  Some looking to pano

  So that,

  How many minutes, to home

  for to go.

  In a secluded corner

  In the darkness, l

  hiding me night.

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  In the same station

  passengers like family

  Side to side.

  Eyes turned to way

  It will come bus

  If not, If it does not come, alas.

  In sky, it's smiling, worried moon

  Bus will come...

  Like an endless hope,

 

  Soon, soon.

 

 

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  NEW CiTiES

  However, this city.

  Keeping me

  How long l couldn't go.

  A chilly after noon

  Everywhere water

  All night, was stormy and rainy, l think so.

  From far, a small shadow on floor.

  Near the church

  When l close, a pigeon, dead

  lyes, such.

  In my mind, comes to life

  Hell demons;

  That, l had smiled, at once.

  I wonder, did l kill it

  With

  My fake smiles?

  Little beyond of it

  Some bread

  but useless, it can't eat, anymore.

  I wanna to forward,

  Little beyond a large square.

  Many pigeons have been tripping

  Some, searching food.

  Square, vigoured , noisy.

  In my mind, that pigeon

  Near it a bit bread

  Waiting such

  Near the church.

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  Scil, true is everywhere same true

  Here, pigeons were dying too.

  Square, full life, square noisy.

  Look like, death, doesn't effect nobody.

  I don't like from this city anymore

  Since l was seeing the dead pigeon on floor.

 

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  MACHiNE

  One people can love a machine?

  I did.

  Gears, they have rhythmic moves

  Dark brown colour.

  Gives the papers to press.

  Ever, same moves, careless.

  One guy near it, such standing.

  Makes it control With his hand.

  Machine is working, honestly, nonstop.

  It was a press machine

  I watched it with wondered eyes.

  Spelled me that spectre

  In the dark evening near the shop

  machine is working

  like a careless snob.

  I was watching but in other hand

  Worried tripping my eyes around.

  People who sees me

  Can think about me, crazy.

  Finally l went away

  Like eternal rhythmic voices, moves...

  Can it turn a people

  Can be a miracle?

  If l love it enough level...

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  I was going there almost every day

 

  More and more l tied it

  Turned a machine slowly my spirit.

  One day in dusk, one guy in the park.

  He was watching me with evil looks

  I went away inner a pain.

  Can it turn a people

  If l give it my soul?

  Many days l didn't go there

  I couldn't.

  But machine still in my brain

  Finally, l decided to see it again.

  Around of atelier there was a large building land.

  Trashes, stuffs that doesn't work anymore.

  My God, there, machine .

  No way, no!

  Such, silent, st
atic.

  Somebody had broken it, or

  naturally

  Itself had broken , l don't know.

  Then l understood that

  I was a miserable romantic.

  But that was real that

  It never says lie.

 

  As if for a moment

  I saw a movement.

  Over it a few drops, does it cry?

  My God can l bring it back

  With my pray.

  After a few minutes rain got speed

  Hopeless, I leaved it.

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  PASSENGER and INN OWNER

  Don't ask me hard questions inn owner

  Where l was going.

  Maybe l don't know too,

  maybe l am searching the true.

  You see, finally, l have to go.

  What change? Two days, three, four...

  How many days even if l stay

  I will start to way

  One night, or in a sorrowful morning.

  How long are you here, l know.

  You are waiting and ever you will wait passenger.

  Do you know, what is blue?

  You too, do you search the true sometimes?

  Would you think, when you close your eyes?

  I will leave you,

  It will stay there, that hot bed,

  yet...

  I am not from here, l am passenger,

  Ways are waiting.

 

  If l get use here, l can't go later.

  Your behave, makes me hesitate

  I have to go, before late.

  But all the same l don't like to hear from you

  any bad word too.

  One day, l would like to remember you.

  Faraway, your smiling face,

  While l was in a sorrowful case.

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  Ways and me,

  anymore l can see their faces.

  They are tired and many things now.

  For this they are hard and silent,

  tired, from to carry the peoples.

  All the same they are glad

  from their base.

  You! Inn owner,

  and tired , trouble ways

  I will remember you, in faraways,

  your smiling face, in a sorrowful case.

 

 

 

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  GRAVE

  How long, l hadn't seen grave.

  This much tombs...

  I looked such, side to side many bones.

  Like say, everything is lie.

  That silence spelled me.

  Birth, death dates, some had died yet

  Some , long time ago.

  My existing looked meaningless to my eye...

  I said, is it the single true?

  Death, will come one day

  I hadn't feel this much close to death, to life.

  There was not their tongue.

  They have not, neither fight. not struggle,

  neither delight, nor make love.

  all silent, like those stones now.

  What happened them,

  all of them

  Was it empty?

  As if, one voice, in the darkness

  " What was you waiting that, that's all"

  I couldn't stay,

  much more

  In that silent, secluded way.

  A few cars only,

  Were passing rarely.

  In that darkness, death, what's that?

  I went away...

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  I walked on walked.

  In my mind, that silence, darkness, names.

  Behind of me

  As if, grave stones screaming

  "What was you waiting that's all, over games.

  When l arrive a corner

  Shaking; leaned to wall.

  Unbelievable...

  That silence got my mind.

  I walked on walked.

  Without looking back.

  Like,

  escape from death.

  After, unknown a few streets,

  for to hear the voice of the main street,

  I listened....

  My God! All streets are same.

  Where is the main street?

  If l hear the voice of the main street

  I was going to go toward it.

  But no.

  All streets were opening to new one.

  Moreover for to ask something

  There was no someone.

  Most lux duplex villas, dark blue , lighted pools.

  Contrast with death.

  Oh finally a child voice,

  I thought, can l swim secretly?

  Then l didn't get the risk

  I was stranger here.

  Still, l was hearing the voice of the main street.

  But, in any kind , l couldn't find.

 

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  That street, this street

  While trying to say

  I lost the way...

  Finally, appeared

  on the dark way a minibus

  With a shiny light.

  Oh, a living someone..

  And, l will go home.

  In the minibus

  I said,

  goodbye dear grave,

  goodbye,

  deads , many things told me this night.

 

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  BETWEEN of RUINS

  I am tripping between of ruins.

  Stopping and blowing again, undecided winds.

  Screaming on my head a crow.

  Does it call my disaster or

  warning me?

  It can not talking that

  How can l know?

  I am tripping between of ruins,

  Outside blowing undecided winds.

  Street, has been singing it's song