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.

Posted by Hafize Leyla Cankaya at 06:13
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