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  • Meral Meri by MeralMeri
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    The person who uses information well survives. But people who love goodness lose. And only those who think of evil will also loses. Because contradiction is the secret cube. Contradiction is the center of information. Watch your own contradiction. Meral Meri
  • The Life itself ❤ by Meral Meri by MeralMeri
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    Do you know? I normally like to talk about my problems. You know why? Because I take it into account and squeeze them like a lemon, and suffer deeply. Then I pass over and laugh at him. You know why? Because my sadness is as valuable as my happiness. Because I don't want to forget the sea of tears when I'm happy. Here is the secret of my bowler hat and poppy flowers. Both are the very thing death and life. The Life itself by Meral Meri
  • Under the Shadow of the Willow Tree / The Renaissance by MeralMeri
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    To the table gathered the poets ... A awkward dervish ... On the right side of, the sun is gliding . To his left is green lawns growing. "That youth must have gone crazy!" says. They disrupt our beautiful silence ... They do not appreciate the value of what they have ... They fall out like a leaf ... My dear they disgrace technology. They call it youth, they say. lf you ask them, there are three or five passengers among them, or none of them." said, and the awkward dervish walked away; Towards green trees. by Meral Meri / Under the Shadow of the Willow Tree / The Renaissance
  • Miss Natalya by MeralMeri
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    I don't know what to say, For your love ... July sunshine, Is that the Atlantic? Should I say Lady Diana? Or a rye field. Your name is so beautiful, Miss Natalya. Poet Meral Meri ~Miss Natalya
  • Hug by MeralMeri
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    Love wants an independent and true belief for itself. That's why love can never make a home in dirty hearts. Because every love wants what is as pure as itself. Love is like a little baby experiencing every aspect of life. It the real hope for humanity that travels above the clouds in those starry nights. While the stages of life forget themselves in the oak forests, love will always be a savior there for everyone. That's why love is sacred, even from those monks by the sea. Meral Meri ♡ ♡ ♡
  • Meral Meri - Light by MeralMeri
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    Could knowledge harm happiness, Diogenes? I am like you these days; I'm looking for people in the streets of Athens. I am looking for Nizâmî-i Gencevî's dervish. I am looking for you in the hanging gardens of Babylon. I am the Macedonian king III.Alexandros I was lost in the shadows like. I am lost in Solomon's Temple. I got lost again on the twelve of the month Rabi al-Awwal in Medina. In a world divided into three, I am shedding my leaves in the vacuum of the concept of innovation. Could knowledge harm happiness, Diogenes? Ever since I came to the courtyard of the Çırağan Beach Palace, I have always been questioning this, dear Diogenes. "Could knowledge harm happiness?" Meral Meri - Light
  • Author: Meral Meri -King And God by MeralMeri
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    One day a king asked what is love? God answered him, and said, He is standing in silence. Then the King began to listen to the world. Then he heard and saw love. Now let's feel the world, like that king. Because love ivy always looks for a tree trunk to hold. Author: Meral Meri
  • Vögel im Wald by MeralMeri
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    Vögel im Wald - Manchmal möchte ich mich in einem Wald verirren. Weil ich alle Vögel der Welt hören muss. Weil wir uns sehen müssen Ich weiß, dass du mich verstehst Weil ich dich auch verstehe Autor: Meral Meri