Hell Mill Of Heart!
Hell Mill Of Heart!


Stepping on the path of love
An ancient Turkish market
Life is a window for children
Grape wine is called Youth
The bloody settlements
Extinguished like candles
Misguided injured hearts
And shattering bodies
The fault of the wind is blowing
On its shoulders, flowers blossoming
The knock of the moonlight
On the doors of the moon
The direction in unseen misdirection,
Eternal never-ending mission
The scent of earth's matte
In my country's fields
Permanente likes a flower's,
Dim as the beats of time!