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In the night  / voices praise Him

 

I was hopeful / till night like a corpse / stretched out cold before me

 

 

Bare

     Mevlut Ceylan 

Bare feet I have  

most of the time

In the night  

voices praise Him

 

On the roofs

cats and birds are the first  

To see the unity

 

The Letter

I received your letter

your accumulated regards

made me sad

I remembered

"But Lo! with hardship goeth ease,

Lo! with hardship goeth ease."

I was hopeful

till night like a corpse

stretched out cold before me

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