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      Seni Görüyorum;                                                                                                                                                                  Bir Şimşek çakımı                                                                                                                                                             Bulutların Arasından                                                                                                                                           Geliyorsun.                                                                                                                                                                   Bereketli Nisan Yağmurları peşinde,                                                                                                                                        İçlerime dolup-dolup taşıyorsun.                                                                                                                                             “Gitme Kal” diyorum;                                                                                                                                                                Nafile.                                                                                                                                                                        Gidişinle birlikte                                                                                                                                                                  Bir sis perdesi çöküyor                                                                                                                                                       Şehrin Üzerine.                                                                                                                                                           Doğmadan ölüyor hayaller.                                                                                                                                                        Ya dallarında üşüyen çiçekler.                                                                                                                                             Yüreğimin son çırpınışı kadar                                                                                                                                                  Biraz dur:                                                                                                                                                                       Seni seyredeyim Yar…               (16.4.2002 -3.şiir kitabımdan)