Unwritten Calendars Şiiri - Yorumlar

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The September reunion hidden in unwritten calendars,
You have become abra, in my life pan.
The mountain walked, the water slept; unbalanced needle,
Without you, the death sentence of my hopes...

I'm helpless like a leaf plucked from its branch,
She's as nervous as a bullet in a barrel.

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