| Istanbul�and it rains. Coruh lies immobile But its parts will awake. I have bought a blue plate� Though perhaps it is green Like your eyes�they too change. And all manner of clouds will fall by When Coruh, shouting flames, Propels his vibrant hull holding me toward you. (February 2001) Copyright �2002 Olivier Serrat |
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