Life, living and the world? They are all a question mark. While İ’m thinking the past, My eyes filles with tears. İn my heart endless missings freshness and my feelings makes me depressed again. Again and again comes to my mind suddenly ending thoughts that, at any moment, but I still say to myself, “Life,” “Life,” he and I miss my past. Sometimes I wake up and I see that it’s completely dark everywhere, sometimes I wake up I see a little light at almost the end of the dark tunnel. I would say to myself; work in real life, a real-world moment there perhaps another moment unhappy for a moment you’re very happy. Life is like a game and we are always to be the winner in this game, we ask that, but sometimes us a clue to understand the rules of the game to lose the game. If we swear that we will agree on rules and perhaps even lose again and again that lost, because they are to lose as to win the game at the same time. Maybe we have only one hope in life, us are standing up holding that a word against the difficulty actually “Everything will be fine” is the word. Us is the most tiring words we say because of remorse, “I wish” word, and we are most suggestive of the word “maybe” word. But every Despite what “Life is beautiful” and that the then we will be a small smile and will make us forget our sorrows partly. I hope life brings all of you and me happiness “Life is beautiful” the thought and felt. I love you and I wish all my readers happiness in life. Be happy to meet again.
From my childhood April 23
That was years ago, I hardly even remember. Days of the date was April 23, but it is strange that day was very cloudy and raing .İn my hometown April 23 is a childrens day which Atatürk has given to children. it’s a public holiday in Turkey , because that day is celebrated as National Sovereignty and Children’s Day. That day many years ago today I was a child and I do not remember exactly how old I was even.That day my mom and me went to the April 23 children’s day event, I was very excited because I was a child, and that day I also feast now, when I still saw the enthusiasm of “I wish I was a child,” but I’m sorry that because now I’m an adult now. When April 23 comes all children a round the world from other countries comes and joys the children’s day with the Turkish childrens happyley. That day clever men shut up and children speaks. İn april 23 days also is a day that kids and adult harmony together.That day children received the greatest gift and happiness.Though İ’m an adult İ like feeling as a child.I wish you can feel like a child sometimes in a day and be happy. I love you and I wish all my readers happy life. Be happy to meet again.
In briefley I want to tell you, and I’d like to feel
Hello again, everyone welcome to my blog, in fact just want to tell you that i write stories or poems, This is my feeling about life and humanity, and very intimate feelings. My memories makes me think or sometimes smiles. My experience will also affect you. Life sometimes is brings happiness but sadness simetimes. Years ago my life was happier and joy was full, but despite what I’ve been trying to be a man who knows to be happy again. Despite my young age, and tell you what I have and I want to tell you my experience. As you read what they tell and memories that you will know me better and I believe with all my heart that you will try to understand me. You live in my daily life to what some of my secrets and my feelings I tried to tell my story while writing the manuscript. If İ need to talk honestly! My real intention is to reach to many readers and makes a good place in their heart, and then I want to say again if I wanted to be a professional writer. İf You follow my blog and I’ll be happy if you recommend to your friends, will be very glad. I love all ove you, I wish you happiness in life to all readers. Be happy to see you again …
TIME “WRONG WRONG PEOPLE ALIVE” “Sometimes you have only one choice, that ‘reserved Time” Written by: ipek seyhan
RIGHTS AND FAMILY
Hakan Trabzon and their families, Trabzon continue their lives. Hakan gentlemen, for years has been working as a professional psychologist. However, the years have been instrumental to the injury of the family and the family used to be that warm slowly disperse. An elderly mother spoiled named Hakan gentlemen, Nalan yet named a former wife two years ago Have the victim of a homicide. But now her mother is still just a small girl in the age of seven named Nazli, a son and named in Yigit named Amal eighteen years of age also have a twenty-three year old girl. Hakan gentlemen, despite all the tragedies, is still standing, and just trying to fight for their children. However, Hakan guys think there is an issue a lot lately, mother Nazli of his illness, doctors are still waiting for a diagnosis. Hakan Bey next person who most recently was Taner undoubtedly journalist. Taner track of Nalan’s killer is still continuing, but there is no clear evidence. Family Hakan guys, they wake up to a sunny and pleasant day. Amal prepare meals without going to school, the children of the deceased mother Nalan, are speaking children with the local language because it is Istanbul, but Hakan guys, a little bit of the Black Sea to that of Trabzon, speaks with an accent. Dinnerware year ago Murat also sits as a great love Amal engaged. However, Murat still come home alone, as always. Hakan guys sitting at the table and the Black Sea on the table aksanıyal: “You have Hey good morning, the offspring,” he says. Emel, they wrapped their spunky and spoiled father and they kiss. Hakan gentlemen, after breakfast gets up from the table and said: “Today again I have more patients, children’s me more distraction “he says. Hakan gentlemen, as usual, gets in her car and headed to listen to listen to songs. Hakan gentleman enters the island and began to wait for the usual patient. A few minutes later comes a phone that Hakan Bey and his mother spoiled lung cancer and say that life is very little left. Hakan gentlemen, is a very difficult situation and is even a moment what to do, it is almost darkened world.
TO BE CONTİNUED…
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