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A GLITTERING POEM



I woke up one morning;
The sun came up in me;
I turned into birds and leaves;
They glittered in the spring breeze;
I turned into birds and leaves;
My arms and legs were rioting;
I turned into birds and leaves,
Birds 
And leaves.



Orhan Veli Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat, 1989