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MEMORY- A POEM

on February 10, 2022

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MY BIRD AND I : A TURKISH POEM BY NILGUN MARMARA

My bird and I are fast asleep reflected in a mirror, our cage our bed our visages reflecting that of one another we sleep beneath the eternally falling snow my bird and I. A crimson ribbon binds us – my mate and I indelibly together. Destitution would delight in its severance. In our mirror there's naught beyond this bond... This crimson tie between us -- my mate my bird and I...

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