Wind flows and goes,
The same wind balance
never twice the same cherry branch.
Birds are chirping in the tree: the wings who want to fly.
The door is closed:
must force it.
You're what I want:
that life is beautiful as you, friendly and loving. I know
it is not over yet,
banquet misery. He'll
yet .......
Nazim Hikmet
October 2, 1945
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