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Alas My Rose

Alas my rose 
  
Stole my youth years 
I love the hands were 
Happened to me does not smell roses 
Alas Alas rose my rose 
I do not know my carpet what happens when 
  
I've been nomadic cranes 
I had ants on the road 
I remember one dear 
Alas Alas rose rose 
Did not hurt me cruel... 
  
Weird strange world 
I got called in Konya 
Shabby wrote my tag 
Oh, my dear rose rose 
Was not keep my hands, slice.. 
  
Ince waist, did not hold 
friend not formed into the hands of 
I do not get Muradiye 
Rose Alas, alas rose 
My arm was broken wings.. 

sabit ince Kayseri 05/10/2012

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Beata Agustin

Date: 4/18/2025 11:32:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.