BUKET IŞIKDOĞAN KÖSE. DAZED BREEZE

DAZED BREEZE
The dance of ice and fire
Mirrored from my brush to my canvas
Is this love

Who can know me
My tides
Really
Who painted my soul
Was it blue
Or is it an enthusiastic orange
Which enchanted hand touched
Which celestial power
I wouldn’t know
Or was it the devil
The owner of the fire

Oh!
If only I could understand
The dazed breeze that runs through my hair
My fingers are the great the judge
Beware this is my last warning
I’m waiting for you under the lights
With my floral poem
With my heart

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