Poetry by Hande Yeltekin Meissner
6:46 PM
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It's been a while since I had an apple tea
Can't remember it's better to drink it cold or warm
There was something we sprinkled over it
Can't remember what it is called
 
When  home is an ocean away
Things fade slowly but surely
You forget the awful smell of the trains
You remember the city walls you watched on the way
 
You forget simple things
Like eating olives for breakfast
You don't put yogurt on your rice
You have salad before dinner not after
 
Istanbul fades away every day
You don't even know how much is a dollar
You think every body and everything stays the same
Yet, Istanbul is no longer yours to claim.


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tea with sugar gives me the cramps


I Drink My Tea on Houmless Pastt's Grave by Lora-I
2:29 AM
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I sip my tea made of tree leaves
where my friend's soul calmly breathes
I hear how the lush grass slowly grows
out of the ashen skin of my friend's toes
I tear petals under the mourning shade
beneath my feet lies a crumpled crape
I rise my hand to catch the silent winds
Houmless Pastt sleeps in greyish tints
we both gaze at the deep purple skies
sun weaves rays above his empty eyes
into my ears the pregnant soil breathes
there I sip my tea made of leaves.


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Homeless, A Home Less

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tea with sugar gives me the cramps