Pessimists

Writing a poem is a silent scream and rebellion. However, despite the gestures of hands and hands, the moments surrounding all living things in orbit. At a young age, a knight who witnessed the realities and facts of his age. Everything is shown in the word world. A person who witnessed the facts of the time witnessed his signature. I'm a poet, a locksmith who fills . When the locksmith goes to a rusty closed room, the treasures behind them will open the doors of exhausted, disgusted, devastated hearts. The heart of the valiant soul spread to the waters of the heart. A poet is a tree, a child with a heart of a seed, a child, a heart in the world, a tree to sit with a tree sprouting from the human heart to the human heart. Even if the Boranes explode in the storm for the first time, they will be aware of their values ​​and grow their branches.

. The fate of the scorpion is kneaded. Time captive bodies. Scorpion holds hands and lives for life. I know the meaning of life is timed, I know my heart. In any case, we must try to win our time in our favor. We need to know how to survive. But we should do the same. But to save time, we must not ignore Steinbeck's words: time is lost, much time is lost. These recommendations continue to attack wind turbines such as windmills, lovers, hopes and pessimists after the findings have been reviewed. We need to know how to proceed in a meaningful way. We need to remember, our sweet memory has a timeline. Efforts to make time meaningful and meaningless stem from us.