Hello everyone,
I would like to share a poem of a Turkish poet Necip Fazıl Kısakürek with you. The poem represents how we feel while waiting for 4.5. Enjoy:
WAITING
The sick cannot not wait for morning
The grave cannot wait for the dead
The devil cannot wait for sin
Like I can wait for you.
Too late, I wouldn’t want you to come
I found you in your absence
Leave your shadow in the groundless fear
Don’t come, what good would it do?
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