A love like this

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Every time I think of you

A deer descends to the low stream

I see the grasses growing.

 

With you, I am taken every evening

by a single green olive

by a slip of blue sea.

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Whenever I think of you

My errant hand plants roses

I give the horses water

I find more love for the hills. 

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Ne Böyle Sevdalar Gördüm by İlhan Berk

Translated March 22, 2020

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