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The wind blows
Through our hair
Silent, without sound
Fear, that's what
We feel
Thousand words
In our head
Without any value
The window frame
Without window
The water without fish
The week without days
Void is what I feel
As empty as the trees
In autumn
No control anymore,
Power over power
I want it to disappear.
- Poem by the 16-year old Guner Tuzgol, for our country's May 4th.
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