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2011 Times
Happy horoscopes
Abundant scopes
Paths without stones
Passtimes jocous
Year grandiose
Nothing morose
Endings in rondos
Wishes for the love of juliet and Romeos
Yuppy jobs
Elite life on the rocks
Aspirations under the rose
Re-creation with wows...
Ayten Suvak
Homeliness
The mirror
Reflects her plainness
Her figure lacks elegance
But her home stands for attractiveness...
Ayten Suvak
Burning Love
We're all hot
Our Sun kisses us with all His might
Turkey's on fire
Ayten Suvak
Turning Left in Istanbul
In Istanbul people turn left
While sighning for the right
All Turks are bright
In entrance exams
Thousands are carried in trams
For only a few positions
Snatched by the govermental hands
Right and left
All privileges bereft
Ayten Suvak
Staying With Family
The round table of small events
The timber house filled with gossips of ghosts
The half broken window pane
I knew could expose all my shame
Stealing my big brother's pocket money
Pretending to be his sister of honey
But we were children
Lost among the numerous
Shady rooms
Cats and kittens
And pocket books
Which still whisper into my ear:
"You're a misarable thief of stolen memories..."
Ayten Suvak
Burning Love
We're hot
the Sun's kissing with all his might-
The World's on fire...
Ayten Suvak
