Red wine, rain and my thoughts

Red wine,
rain
and my thoughts

but there's something missing
how can I say I don't know
everywhere is desolate, and
every corner in this city
hides your image
that makes me more thoughtful.

Red wine,
rain
and my thoughts,

sometimes I can't take a breath
and I can't hold my tears,
day by day living in this city,
without you
that's just meaningless.

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poem by Turgay Hiniz
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