While i was grappling to organize my very old books which are in dust on top of the shelf, a very old handwriting of me fell down with a sincere touch to the unrecognizable parts of my heart. And it made my heart remember... What i want to say is that, those are very unique words of mortal-me on digital infinity of steemit. Here they are...
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Kitaplığımın unutulmuş köşesindeki eski kitaplarımı dizmeye çalışırken bulduğum , ve varlığını çoktan unuttuğum, bir şiirimi paylaşmak istiyorum, ölümlü-benden steemit'in dijital sonsuzluğuna...
Şöyle ki...
There's a love
There is a love underneath of those trees
He is not me
She is not you
They are someone who is not ''we''...
'Cause, we've divided,
We have fighted
We have lost in last century...
In our city, in your street
You left my hands
Changed your steps
Let me lost in that mess...
He is not me
She is not you
It's a new love start to root...
26thJune/Gezi Parkı
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