the letters
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leonard cohen'in dear heather albumunun pek guzel olan 3. sarkisi:
you never liked to get
the letters that i sent,
but now you've got the gist
of what my letters meant.
you're reading them again,
the ones you didn't burn,
you press them to your lips
my pages of concern.
i said there had been a flood,
i said there is nothing left,
i hoped that you would come,
i gave you my address,
your story was so long,
the plot as so intense.
it took you years to cross
the lines of self defence,
the wounded forms appear:
the loss, the full extent
and the simple kindness here.
the solitude of strength,
the walk into my room.
you stand there at my desk,
begin your letter to
the one who's coming next.
ekşi sözlük kullanıcılarıyla mesajlaşmak ve yazdıkları entry'leri
takip etmek için giriş yapmalısın.
hesabın var mı? giriş yap