The heaven at night is dull and prosaic.
I can see no beauty.
Peaceful nights are deafening in the ears,
can't hear anything,
just my silent screams.
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My Fallen Affection
Şiir#5 Wordsofwisdom #4 Writings As blissful as I should be and living with extravagant dreams, I yearn and howl for a series of sensations, and peregrinates with vivid imaginations.
