Excerpt from ‘Life’s Voice’

After the book of rain
With its tone unseen by day,
With its shape that can't be sensed,
As the bird flies with the memory of shade, 
the seasons dream new colours.

I think of the falling leaves
in your presence.

by Ilhan Sami Çomak, Geldim Sana

translated by Caroline Stockford

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