The Heart Living in a Flowerpot (Saksıda Yaşayan Kalp)

I planted my heart in a flowerpot. I water it every day.
I hum songs to it.
Last night, my heart spoke to me. It’s tired of this place.
“Take me to a quieter place,” it said. “I need to rest. I’m so tired.”

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