The man painted on it,
Your money,
The loneliness it brings,
To forget,
Futile....
Pregnant is close to me,
It was written,
Behind,
Your business cards.
Nowadays, Ataturk
Numeral picture,
Giving is enough.
Seeing,
The people of my country,
Devotion to his father,
My eyes are filling up
Their pockets.
Kayıt Tarihi : 14.4.2023 04:02:00
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