Your omnipresent absence
I again sat at the window
Of my whirling memories
I thought of your rainbow
Colored smiling eyes
And, I smelled the scent
Of those tired red roses
So mournfully roaming
Around all my hopes
That slightly fade away
Through my deaf-mute mornings
Mysteriously and secretly saturated
With your misty omnipresent absence
by
Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
