Colors accustomed to the day,
Every night, colors in disarray.
Are you the gaze in objects,
The flow in time,
Or memories in my eyes?
Are you the ones shattering
My unified existence,
No different from broken mirrors?
Am I living in you,
Laughing, crying,
Colors accustomed to the day,
Every night, colors in disarray?
Translated by: Mehmet Barın Erturan
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