“
…[L]ike a redbud’s crumpled branch you lie beside me
so beautiful, so broken, so like Istanbul
as the curtains lift on the wind
the bird that just flew in
sails out through the other window
what can’t be held in mind―a moment’s pure beauty
it lengthens in language, as it lengthens dims
happiness and the void it leaves behind
miracle’s need of a beholder
ah! impossible to express
the burden of being sole witness
to the moment that will never return.
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Gokçenur C.