Thursday, August 25, 2011

Poems with the taste of aged wine would not feel as poor,
if there was someone to whisper them to.

Yoksul düşmezdi yıllanmış şarap tadındaki şiirler böylesine, kulağına okunacak biri olsaydı eğer.



                                                                    from If (Eger) Can Yucel

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