Matryoshka - All Her Poemsii Have Nausea Poem by Gencay

Ayy wind, please, don't blow it
Please don't go, by breaking my hair and soul.
My existence is frozen, it's like an obscure statue
My self is on the run for years..

Ayy wind, sweet wind
You take my life and go
I could never feel my life
And you leave me as a ghost
On earth that I could not imagine...

My body, your books
found dried in between,
It crumbled, joined you, was blown away
Are the two of us now travelers
The earth, who wanders without saying the sky?

Ayy wind, sweet wind
You are my eternal love
You are my universal home
I meet you with all my wealth
Who else, what would I want?

Let's fly
Let's fly regardless of anything
And stay behind
Called life, I am in a stomach..!