SEMIH
BILGIÇ
SHE
footsteps does not
be hear
she puts own
breathle
no fingerprints
but
she putted own
shadow
maybe she was a
desolate woman
like she putted
own scream
she lived in the
void
she putted own
dreams latest
SHELTER PORT
eyes deepened
in the sharpness
of pain
the storm appeared
on the inland seas
there is no
shelter port at nearby
BRIEFLY
We need a quiet
soul.
Without storms in
a life.
They feelt always
but they do not know.
Life is big ocean.
in captain looking
book
SEMIH BILGIÇ
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