S.O.S Poem by Nilufer Dursun

S.O.S

Fever of the old world goes up
Feels nauseated in addition
It will have headaches many times
Haven't you ever noticed S.O.S signals
Either give a life kissing
Or a heart massage...
Our world is dying
Save it do, save it do...

Nilufer DURSUN

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