in this world we exist
mortal creatures laden with sentiments
of different things.
some of us geometrical
precise-
exact.
sharp.
fitted to our position in the tessellation
connected like constellations
made to fit the mold.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Wanderers
Şiir" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
