1035
When a peerless fragrance demands a devotion that leaves all reason behind.
By Serhan TerzioğluPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
Which morning did I learn to awaken unto you?
Do you recall the nights you never crossed my mind, 1035?
For how long have I known your lexicon by heart?
Shall I ever behold your ancient smile, 1035?
Shall I cradle a tiny form of you within my hands?
Shall I breathe deep your peerless fragrance, 1035?
Shall I rest my restless soul within your breath?
Will your unyielding stubbornness drive me to acts beyond reason, 1035?
Somewhere along the Rumelian shores, I shall see you once more, 1035.
About the Creator
Serhan Terzioğlu
Writing as '1035', this psychology student explores human behavior, philosophy, and sociology through evocative poetry and stories, translating raw reflections into a universal language.
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