The Appointed Time

By Mevlut Ceylan 

You have come to desolate mountains

with hair ineffably flowing into earth

you have brought your yearnings with you  

like a bit between your teeth

your breath alive with the fire

of a steed

You have come at the appointed time my love

sadness stands confident behind our oaths

bullets cannot bruise our tears

There is thunderstorm  

there is no need to repair

the broken rains in our heart

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