The sound of the sea is as heavy as the ships it carries
The sea screams as if it has carried millions
Ships tired of swimming
As you stand on the surface of the sea
Even if he approaches the harbor and spit out all the weight inside
Then if he leaves gently but this time silently
A red weasel floats above the sea
How come the weasel still hasn't melted away?
Maybe it's because he carries everything he breathes in his delicate body.
Maybe his memories carried him here
But I can't stand it and I can't help but take it from the sea
It fell apart as soon as I got it.
It turns out it was water that held him
It turns out that he took life from water.
mirror above the sea
above the sea you are me
I've landed and I'm walking on the sea
strong enough to carry me
generous enough to lift me up
Elif Ongan Tekçe
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