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Last night

I saw

My father suffering

I felt as you may or may not know

So … and  so …

I saw me

standing in a  queue

waiting for the same agony





I just want to walk

To my vision

Before I make that  fall



But, you Hippocrates

If you keep  inspecting my thoughts

I will run away north

Where I can  breathe as much as I can

And when I feel unable even to smell the roses

I will just lean my head  on the waves of the Bosphor

I will return to mother nature

So natural

So clean