Cover To A Volcano

I am a volcano, my body, a cover
A Love is surging inside me, rising high like mountains
I cannot prevent it, it is boiling over, overflowing like a great waterfall
I do not know where this love is coming from… how it emerges, from where it flows?
It has touched and burned all places, has left ruins like vineyards.
From time immemorial Hasan took, plunged in the Oceans of Love
Has died to the world, yet walks around this earth as though living...

HASAN DEDE

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