Cemre

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cemre: (in turkish) the advent of spring
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the arrival of sultry cold wind

fluttering butterflies from heart's seed

blushing at the pungent mustard field

growling sky in the welcome of golden hours

wrecking nights turning into agony filled with self love

glassy eyes with unflowed leafy dews

dusty comet shining smoothly in the papers

silent chirps from inner soul mocking universal instincts

the spiritual ways of shrewd hopes

subtle intuition skimming wrong time

mixing floral scents from easterly wind

reason to be young again, happily

however moment seems temporary

cherishing pleasure in ephemeral season's lovely melody

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