Habersiz

Günler geçti
oldu yıllar
anlamadım nasıl
gitti benden
habersiz kaldım
tek başıma
sevmedim hayatı
hak etmedim
böyle bir hüznü



P.S: since i have started dreaming in turkish, i thought to myself why not write in it too....so here it is, my first poem in turkce<3

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