I am not looking for you in the nearest places, but in the farthest lands of my heart. I am a moss garden without you.
I am ashen without you.
I am a void that has not been found without you.
If I invite you to my dreams now; I know I will be the richest person in this world.
But no, I can't call you myself.
Because I am in the reign of poverty.
I'm not anchored anywhere.
I can neither go nor stay with you.
Because I'm an elusive swallow.
I can only give you eternal love.
But you are still a prisoner of that freedom cage.
I am not looking for you in the nearest places, but in the farthest lands of my heart.
Because I am in the reign of poverty.
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Meral Meri - Reign of a Poor