Rose of the evening is getting pale rather slowly
I should take saz and play
My wounds complain again,
I have so many troubles.
Nobody bothers me not during these hours comrades
This is escapig from loneliness,
Taking refuge to behind art.
A consalotion,
The only method in order to not to loose the delight of living...
May be the best one...
Nilufer DURSUN
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