Pebble Palace. Poetry by Umit Sener Ta


Pebble Palace

The king of puppets carries his slave on his shoulder
Are your feet happy in the bucket of loneliness?
Don’t your clowns make you laugh?
Don’t you get tired of sweat when you laugh?
There is an island on the ocean and there is a palace on it
A king entertaining himself with clowns coming with boats
Can you trade the chair of loneliness with pebbles?

The moon that you hide at night enlarges shadows of the palace

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