| Istanbul—and it rains. Coruh lies immobile But its parts will awake. I have bought a blue plate— Though perhaps it is green Like your eyes—they too change. And all manner of clouds will fall by When Coruh, shouting flames, Propels his vibrant hull holding me toward you. (February 2001) Copyright ©2002 Olivier Serrat |
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