Bound To You

Whenever living comes to mind;

Though it’s hard, upon the harsh sonder where wolves wander.

In all shameless pride, yet without soiling our hands in kind.


And yet, whenever living comes to mind;

Over yonder in my surrept silence, your name I ponder.

Surging from what comes of that secret tide;


No! Don’t bother, It’s not but any other.

You know, but to you, I am bound.

By: Atilla İlhan

Translation of original in Turkish: Ben Sana Mecburum

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