Poetry ­čŹâ

It will be a day, I will take my head,
In the smell of new nets out of the sea.
This island is yours, this island is mine,
Following the minute birds.
There are worlds, you cannot think;
The flowers open loudly;
The noise comes out of the soil.
Especially seagulls, especially seagulls,
Separate bustle in each hair!ÔÇŽ
It will be a day, until my head is blue;
The sun becomes my day;
It will be a day, like crazyÔÇŽ

Poetrist: Orhan Veli Kan─▒k ( it will be day )

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