Babamın tahta atıyla
çok şiirler gezdim
her şiirde kuşlar vardı
kanat vurdum onlarla
Siz bu şiiri okurken
ben uçmaktayım hâlâ

Refik Durbaş

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With my father’s wooden horse
I have visited many poems
There were birds in every poem
I flapped my wings with them
As you read this poem
I’m still flying