Caroline LAURENT Turunc Antakya, Turkey, Arab origin, the daughter of a family of nine children.  She started writing at the age of 15.  She wrote her first novel at this age and her family did not allow the book to be published, her brother and mother destroyed the manuscript.

This incident did not prevent her from writing more.  She has written over 1500 poems since 2013, received many certificates from abroad, and participated in 12 local and foreign anthologies.  Her poems have been published in many international journals and sites.

She is writing a novel and is about to finish it soon. She published two poetry books, “Between Oriental and Schemal” and “Desert lily”.

She won the second place among 2575 poets from every country during the championship of the world literature in Romania.

She won a prize in the poetry festival held by Yan in China which led her to be selected into the “world poet Literature Museum” built by the Silk Road Cultural Center of Northwest University of China.

She was also a jury member of the Galaxia International Award for unpublished Poetry, 2021 edition in Chile

She is a Turkey-based Humanitarian and represents the u.t.e.f. International foundation in Paris

    She currently lives in Paris, France

AN OLD TALE!

 I met him on a rainy day

  I was waiting at the stop, she was running towards the ticket office.

   The ticket office was closed, I realized for a moment that she was scared and upset, I had an extra ticket in my pocket and I gave it to her.

   When I say hello to a friend whose language I don’t know

   She was trying to warm her hands, which were pink from the cold.  I took off my gloves, told her to wear them, she didn’t want to take them, I insisted on it, then she thanked me and took them with a sweet smile.  I’m glad them took the glove and put them on.

   It was as if I had suddenly fallen into silence and the world had stopped there.

   My heart felt like it was going to explode, It was a dream I didn’t want to end

   Crystal clear beautiful face, elegant lady

   Spring had come to my soul, it was as if there was no white hair left on my head.

   And the sky suddenly changed colors, I felt all the colors of the rainbow on my cheeks

   Paris: This must be what they call the city of lovers, I wet my bones like two clouds merge.

   It was like going up to the sky, if there was a river next to me, I would wet my heart with cold water.

   I won’t get tired of looking into your eyes for days

   I quickly fell into the garden of love.

   I turned my head and looked at the garden of love

   It was very different from the Grass I played with in my childhood, it was more lively and exciting.

   They say every wound has a price, the smell of that price was very nice.

   This was my dream, I’m ready to trap myself if it’s a trap

   Just as he was about to fall asleep, there was a clicking sound.

   The doorbell rang, I opened the door, the princess of my dreams was in front of me, she was a little shy!

   She was wearing a purple silk dress

   Smell of amber, her hair was a flame in the dim light

   I’m in the sky where lightning strikes and splits

   When I look down I am in a great fire, as if I were the smoke from a volcano.

   I sat on the sofa to clear my mind.

   Fears I’ve never felt before

   I started looking at the ceiling as if searching for something, I looked for a long time.

   mixed fear and joy love all in one

   If you don’t speak for a long time your throat will rust

   I touch my nose, my mouth, my eyes, my face, I see the green night.

   We made love until we melted in the pouring rain

   With our white kisses we carried all ages to the sky without stairs

   This is not a dream.  A fairy tale from Paris

   Caroline Laurent Turunc

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 09/01/2022-PARIS