I want to write a poem that

It becomes a salty lake for coming back

It flies to the migrated turnagiller’s wings

It becomes a wet kisses

To perch on the lip cracks

To rub wounds into the salt

I want to write a poem that

It becomes a window to wake up

To open to the hairs of raising sun

To shine into dazzle eyes

I want to be a poem

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The salty lake of my land gonna to be dried unfortunately

It’s name is Urmu lake