The Water

by: Hakan Birol

Even if it has no color,
Its shadow is always on the wall.

It cannot be blocked, and
Finds its way forever.

Even if the spirit is pure and brilliant,
There you see the treasure sacred.

Its absence is unbearable torture,
Nothing can replace the water.

Copyright ©2007 Hakan Birol


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