Mona Lisa
when I first saw her....I wasd a little child...I said mother...was she bearing me...in her...then as I grew up...she became my beloved...how many beloveds..she might have seen that, , , , she tickled...smiled..and laughed...Oh....mona Lisa...mpna lisa...you have broken my heart....
poem by Metin Sahin
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