"Early springtime".
Under the cherry tree.
Where happy swans danced.
The snow melts away.
The lawn emerges.
As well as the wild tulips.
The moon flushed.
And the sun grinned.
The flowers withered.
The weather warmed up.
The sun had a red hue.
The never-ending day.
"Vacation in the summer".
Lounging on the sand.
The Mediterranean is dark blue.
Brilliant white sand.
The year's finest. recollection.
The leaves wither.
Blown by the wind.
The branches shriver.
Eroded by rain.
Deteriorated with the earth.
There is wind.
Greetings from memories.
"Istanbul in the fall".
Orange on the horizon.
Amazing beauty goes. Beyond description.
Once the warmth has gone.
"Bitterly cold, winter snow".
Secret aspirations.
White does not imply purity.
The sun is darkness.
Appeared ashamed.
Blessed was the moon.
New year is coming.
See you in the next year.
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Yoga Phratam
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Comments (2)
White does not imply purity. I loved that line a lot!
I'm so glad I read this story.