PEACE
You look at a pigeon
In the grip of an eagle
Maybe
Under the Rainbow
Peace
The soil can breath
Rain the storm gürültüsünde
Maybe
The strength of the wrist is a martyr
Peace
The axis of the world
Or is the world in rak
Perhaps peace
A handful of soil
Peace peace in the
New at nature
Maybe
At the end of the Sunrise
Peace
Calm sea
In the stillness before the storm or sea
Maybe
Gözyaşlarında
Maybe
The bleeding wound
Or on the edge of hunger
Maybe
Smiling eyes are hidden.
19-07-2008
Written By: O. S. Sadi BAIG
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PEACE You look at a pigeon In the grip of an eagle Maybe Under the Rainbow Peace The soil can breath Rain the storm gürültüsünde Maybe The strength of the wrist is a martyr Peace The axis of the world Or is the world in rak Perhaps peace A handful of soil Peace peace in the New at nature Maybe At the end of the Sunrise Peace Calm sea In the stillness before the storm or sea Maybe Gözyaşlarında Maybe The bleeding wound Or on the edge of hunger Maybe Smiling eyes are hidden. 19-07-2008 Written By: O. S. Sadi BAIG