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  • Writer's pictureŞarkılara Mektuplar

Dance of the mourning

You can mourn with a dance

You can shed your pain with art

If sorrow had a color

Blue would be the one, knocking on my door

I let the rage in

I observe the reason within

Disappointment is what I find

I love myself even more then

When compassion fills my heart

My soul breathes into all my cells

Pink waterfalls surround me

The power of water washes me again

Birds fly up

Flowers light up again

When I say I guess it's over

All rage rises back again.

This is the dance of the mourning

Like the natural rhythm of the living

if you can say "so be it"

Your feelings do not insist on staying.

Gamze Baytan

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