AÇIK VE SEÇİK BİR BAKIMA DA BELİRSİZ GÜNLER #13

Where are times when silence is a poem? 

Where are times when silence is a poem?

Where are times when silence is a poem?

Where are times when silence is a poem?

Where are times when silence is a poem?

Where are times when silence is a poem?

Where are times when silence is a poem?

Where are times when silence is a poem?

Where are times when silence is a poem?

Where are times when silence is a poem?

Where are times when silence is a poem?

“There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be. You are too young to know this. You are still becoming. Not being.” 

Büyücü; j fowles

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