h2>Dating : The White Dove of Peace
Poetry
Every morning,
Waking up without you
Is like a bullet smashing my head
And scatters every piece of my thoughts into the lonely room.
Every sunset
What turns the days into deep darkness without you
Is like torture in the most gruesome jails of this world.
Every memory,
Every smell of you, left in my books
Fills the soul of my longing with your existence
To cure the wounds caused by your absence.
People say, love yourself, forget her
How is this possible if my life and death lies in your hand
And the strand of fate has broken my head?
I no longer miss you, my love,
Instead,
I’m dying piece by piece,
Only to be born again one day in your hand
As the white dove of peace.
Author: Harun Resit Aydin
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