Articles #sarılmak

Hugging to you, trying to climb the cherry tree, boy. Cuddling you, sticking to the ground with roots, your seed. Holding you, clinging to a log, the shipwrecked passenger. To hug you, to turn to the two streams, to the call of the ocean. To hug you, measure by inch, the area of your homeland. Cuddling you like a man with one leg paralyzed