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We Are Alive Finally

We Are Alive Finally

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MANOS001
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Where am I writing this poem:
What the orphan winds carry, some
In tired waters, memorizing your name by heart
In the winter cold that I avoid, I sit at my desk
In the rivers I have scribbled, the night is weak
In the light of which I describe flying with loneliness
In dark rooms, a mother whose milk has been weaned
In his gaze directed at the fog and clouds, there is a shiver
In your bosom where I take shelter, with your mutterings
On your wet tongue, on your neck where I breathe your scent
Publisher : Manos
Number of pages : 96
Publication Year : 2022
ISBN : 9786057415813
The heart : Turkish
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siparişler hızlıca ulaşıyor, kategori çok. beğendim.
A... U... | 05/04/2025
Sizlerden gayet memnunum emeğinize sağlık
M... A... | 12/03/2025
Harikaydı
Serdar KÖMÜRCÜ | 22/01/2025
Gayet pratik ve hoş
Muzaffer Bora | 12/01/2025
Hızlı teslimat sağlandı .çok iyi bir şekilde bantlanmış teşekkürler. Gayet memnunum. Xwedê we bihêle .
A... Y... | 11/01/2025
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RODEM ÇAÇAN | 06/01/2025
Sizi seviyorum Pırtukakurdi
Birsen KORKMAZ | 11/12/2024
Berbat
Sema Koç Soğancı | 29/11/2024
İsim yazılı kupa istedim kupada isim yok
F... D... | 09/11/2024
Alış veriş yapmak gayet kolay oldu.
Üye olmadan sipariş verebildim.
Ayrıca, kargo süreci hakkında da sistem üzerinden güncel olarak bilgilendirildim.
Memnuniyet duydum.
YUKARIDUDULLU MAH.NATO YOLU CAD.NO:182-B BEDRİ CENGİZ ÇANAKLI | 28/10/2024
We Are Alive Finally Where am I writing this poem: In what orphaned winds carry, in some tired waters, in winter colds that I avoid by memorizing their names, in rivers that I sit and scribble at my desk, in the feeble light of the night, in dark rooms where I describe flying with loneliness, in the gaze of a breast-fed mother directed at the cloud, in your bosom where I take shelter as a blanket, in your tongue that gets wet with what you mumble, on your neck where I breathe with your scent. MANOS001
We Are Alive Finally

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