Asker
SENSİZ BU ŞEHİRDE;
BEDENİM CANSIZ
DAMARIM KANSIZ
HAYAT ANLAMSIZ
BEN SANKİ BİR GEMİYİM ROTASIZ…
YA SABREDİP ESEN YELDE YOL ALACAĞIM
YA DA ÇIKAN LODOSTA ANSIZIN BATACAĞIM
AMA İÇİMDE BİR UMUT VAR BİRTANEM
BİRGÜN HERŞEY BİTECEK BEN YANLIZ SENİN OLACAĞIM
Tags: aşk şiiri, asker, rota, şafak
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