Esma GÜNEŞ

Esma GÜNEŞ
@gunesmaa
Üniversite
11 Ağustos 1999
62 okur puanı
Mart 2020 tarihinde katıldı
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Ölüm
Ölüm çok güzel olmalı, yumuşak, kahverengi toprakta yatmak, birinin başının üzerinde çimlerin dalgalanması, ve sessizliği dinlemek. Dünün olmaması, ve yarının olmaması. Zamanı unutmak, hayatı affettmek, barışta olmak… Sl Sylvia PlathSylvia Plath
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Ne Kadar Kitap Kurdusun?
0-30p: Kontrollü okuyucu 📖 40-70p: Hafif bağımlı 👀 80p+: Geçmiş olsun, kitaplar seni ele geçirmiş 😅
The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass,
In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in a crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. Mustafa KAYAMustafa KAYA
l(a le af fa ll s) one l Iness E. E. CummingsE. E. Cummings
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Kimse götürmeyecek beni kırlangıçların şölenine.. Uçmayı hayal eden kuş, ölmek üzere... Furuğ FerruhzadFuruğ Ferruhzad