from an ice desert
reflections and notes to self
Friday, January 03, 2014
rooftop
Like a glass vase, is it this wind that blows into my soul
Or is it the sounds that pour in, from the unknown
Damda
Camdan bir vazo gibi ruhuma ufleyen bu esen ruzgarmidir
Yoksa gayipten gelen seslermidir icime dokulen
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