Will my notebook die
as a man his heart full of words?
Or will it tell all what it knows?
Will crows be flying over its corpse?
Or will they be pigeons?
Who'll remember which of these
thousands of words?
Will this last page of my notebook
be closed tonight forever?
Or will it be opened tomorrow again?
If it'll be opened tomorrow,
The who'll do it?
or the breeze?..
Page 89. 1969
From the Book "Far Green Island"
by Vagif Samadoghlu
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