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The embroidered rose

I cannot laugh like the full
rose in my embroidery.
I count the days slowly,

sifting through my suffering.
I could never hurt you,
my darling; please take me.

I have faded from a rose
to the palest flower.

Standing here across from you

I only long to see your face.

I could never hurt you.
Take me, please. Please marry me.

Çemberimde Gül Oya

Translated August 20, 2020

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