More TO COME ✍ ✎ RETURN TO LOVE

I wrote this poem on 6- 20- 1998. It was one of those days I felt so nostalgic, so lonely. A day that I wanted to see people, not any people but my people. I sat and imagined that day:

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"One day I will return,

I will bring with me a message.

I will pour lights in veins.

I will talk loudly.

I will fill the bamboo baskets with orange, the red orange of sun.

I will return.

I will give a red rose to the peddler.

I will tell the blind man about beauty.

I will roam the alleys.

There is no alleys in the land of free!

And I will scream: 'Dew on green leaves!'

A passerby will say: 'The truth is in a dark night!'

I will show him the sky, the stars, the blue moon.

I will cut the insult from lips.

I will destroy all the walls.

To the thieves I will say: 'My belongings are only my smile!'

I will tear the cloud.

I will tie the eyes with sun, hearts with love, shadows with water, trees with wind,

I will tie the dream of a child with a humming.

I will water the flowers.

I will return.

I will give friends the green grass of caresses!

I will return to plant a whipping willow on each wall's shadow.

I will sing a poem beneath each window.

I will ask people to make up.

I will show them new friends.

I will return.

I will walk.

I will inhale light.

I will exhale darkness.

One day I will return.

I will return to love..."

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When I wrote this poem, its effect stopped me of writing for a while. Then suddenly I realized this is something everyone should read. I entered a contest. Not only I had it published, I won the contest.