iv. HOPE.
these words feel like a horoscope.
sentence read from a broken fortune
cookie. there is hope to be found in
each blank space and everything still
left unsaid.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
what tomorrow brings.
Şiirxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
iv. hope.
iv. HOPE.
these words feel like a horoscope.
sentence read from a broken fortune
cookie. there is hope to be found in
each blank space and everything still
left unsaid.