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Whenever I stare at the deep, dark sky
I only think of one thing.
You.
When can I fully have you?
Why you can't have me?
How can we love each other?
Maybe wishing is the only thing I can do,
For everything is just a fantasy.
Reality is always there, ready to slap me.
That someone also wished upon the stars.
The stars granted it.
YOU ARE READING
the tragic series of us
Şiir"Let the poems speak for themselves." They say that a picture contains a thousand words. But for this collection, a picture with a poem reveals another reality.
