Saturday, 19 July 2014

Reyhan








    Now, its madly raining outside. And Im at work. listining the sound of rain and thinking of you by smelling that flowers which you see.

   You are sleeping as a baby at home who is in far from the all evils of the world.

   And I came across this poem when I was reading. You know only poems can approach a little towards you the what I feel 



I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way


Neruda

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