April is the Cruelest Month

April is the Cruelest Month

It’s been 26 years today since my beloved father Yavuz not with us… This world would be a better place with you… I hope there is a place we can meet someday again… January 1940 – April 10th 1988

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April is the cruelest month! Having loving memories is everything. There might not be a place to meet someday.


April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

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