Our President and his mouth Most My Dear Poetry .. ♥♥♥ What about the birds in the country has There are even rising from the grave of a spring Love seeing what comes from the executioner, there are two or Theres more than one out of nothing, there are I always washed my fault, not an evil eye is burning me There are verses to say that song emulating Do not have a destiny above destiny is my destiny Even if they do you have a decision from the empty sky What happens, though steeped in the day, There is an architect who repaired the night Well if I have a fortress made out of ashes There is a growing victory, defeat, defeat Secrets of the secret key is you have to There is a blood vessel in his chest to recall exile I despair at the mercy of a plane is in the heart of my dear The most beloved O dear... Sezai Karakoç
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 13:03:24 +0000
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