Ayhan Diril

Your absence

Where are all the trees?
Where are all the green leaves?
When were they set on fire and scorched?
What a huge disaster your absence is!

Still there could be darkness,
In spite of the sun.
Some would say so,
Though I believed not.
I said it must be fun.
They were right.
I learned it soon.
Oh,it is such a boring june!
Can it be because of your absence?

As long as they could breathe,
Men would live.
It was what some used to say.
I used to believe it so.
Feeling suffocated, I see that
your presence is breathing.

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