Leila Cankaya, narrative poetry
Thursday, 2 June 2022
Illusions
First, I thought a butterfly,
I was wrong.
A small leaf falling in the air,
Ah, of course,
does a butterfly live in this frost?
O, these illusions...
Freedom was also an illusion;
The cloud in the sky,
It was felt but not held.
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