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He was sitting outside the window watching. It was the weight of a grief he couldn't understand. It seemed like something was waiting. Someone's coming out of the corner and looking for someone. But there

Shadow. Everything has a shadow. What is the mystery of the shadow outside the light? Mystery is hidden in the light. Shadow. No light on the open sea. Light - no shadow. Body or Body No But one morning,

he tried to smuggle his gaze at the table in front of him, he was equipped with dozens of yummy foods. She's had a lot of weight lately. However, he could not eat without him. Also sausages, bacon, roast

It did not come, but the news came, first hand came the thesis. Poor was a terrible murderer. News spread from the ear to the mouth. I didn't believe it at first, but I had to believe it when I saw it

I'm the head of the forest and I want to be "over your head." I said. His beautiful face shone like the sun rising from dawn. My father, as he said, knows that red-legged partridge is intertwined. I waited,

You know, my grandmother never used to celebrate her birthday. I said change. was very happy. In the evenings we buy pasta or something, we celebrate my grandmother's birthday. Are you wrong? How do you

We talked about what we have and singing like a nightingale. We're bleeding like calves, like calves. Maybe my colleagues may be spoiled, maybe they get very angry, why are you doing my job, explaining

One day from the same flowing life as usual. Some are online. Only the times of my life do not flow the same way. This is my dad's day. The number of suns increases when you sit on the balcony in the evening.

Clear, pure grains of the rain flowing through the clouds wets my hair. God damn it … I wish he'd take it with me. It comes to my mind, but I have a nice bag in my pocket. I'm taking it out now. I walk

Do not be sad. Your poems can be beautiful. You have an interesting sound color. But pessimistic and boring. How can I tell you, blood, anger, persecution, politics, attitude … how many people have you

Boulevard and tonight is a dream. No survivors, no survivors. The pain has already blurred the pearls of my heart. The dark drought of the black pearls is mine, or in the day and night light, I move towards

He wrote the pen, lived it and finally found it. Yeah, come on, yeah It's just a point, you want to see what you want, what you want, what you're looking for. The matter is actually the beginning of life.

Even though it is a poem of death, it is not a fear as it is in the verse, it faces the realities of life. You know, a man's life goes through his eyes like a strip of film. This gives the impression of

I've come to my hopes. Horizons ; . I have a maverick. We call it . I came to you at the butterfly dance dance. Her heart is jumping out to her beloved and her heart is full. Despite all the coldness,

The daylight of absenteeism was not searched, but when I came to the dreams of the night, when I came to dreams, I am now suffering without you. When the night of the nightingale is beautiful, the birds

Word presentation in poetry. A string made our poet feel a table. The poetry reader includes the impression of watching the daily life of watching television. Our poem takes six pieces. Each piece reflects

Writing a poem is a silent scream and rebellion. However, despite the gestures of hands and hands, the moments surrounding all living things in orbit. At a young age, a knight who witnessed the realities

It was once the land of the most fertile land, and the place around the most productive mares is now sadness, destruction, sadness. Old times. The calluses of the hearts that connect the calluses to their

How much you love the person you see in someone else's arms. On fire. More than you, you won't cry for him. No words, no vows. In the evening, the sun will sink you slowly. Your heart … The deepest burns?

Religion; unfounded, only logical / without a valid value. O Deepen with contemplation. It takes place in society with reason and logic and becomes a mechanism in the environment. According to the reality