IF UNIVERSE’S POSITION CHANGES
The earth is deprived of flower smells,
It never crumbles as – the transparent stone.
Blue color senses are a mirage,
Not like the heart is tolerant.
Your skies are scattered,
The moon is a piece of rag.
Stars are expelled from there,
Placed in a dirty pan.
Feelings… nap and nap,
You don’t notice as though far away.
Lastly, day and night changes,
Evening dawns, morning becomes sunset.
--tr. Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"
Me and the Moon -- Arthur Dove
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