One moment, we stood face to face... And the thunder I heard at that moment. What does the rest matter, as if it should rain lava instead. My body should have melted into the rectangular stones of the street. Lava should have rained down because my body was already burning at that moment. What would a few drops of lava do? After not loving my heart, not wanting my body, while already erasing my feelings... I should have melted into those hard stone blocks and my bloodied body should have been dragged without stopping... If all of this didn't exist, could you have loved me?
Defying melted bodies...
31.03.2022 - 15:51
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Ufuktaki Sanat - Art on the Horizon
PoetryHepsi birbirinden daha değerli şiirlerimi, sanata dönüştürdüm ve siz değerli okurların fikir ve düşüncelerine sundum. Önemli zamanlarınızdan bir dakika ayırıp, kitabımı okuyacağınız için minnettarım. Hayatta verdiğiniz mücadelelerden galip gelmeniz...
