Childhood

More than 80, have much childhood .. my cousin's room in this photograph secretly infiltrate Sıtkı'nın Cahill would read the book .. now this is a crime, such as jobs, parts and 30'umda Cahill birleşiveriyor Sıtkı'nın "Childhood, " we meet with u. What a beautiful poem by poet Çocukluk'a .. .. .. Affan grandfather all right if I birikmişimden

I counted the money Affan grandfather,
I sold my childhood.
Now, how old, no more steps;
I do not know who I am.
Something no prompting from me;
Do not know what is going on.
The spring weather, this garden;
Şırıl şırıldır the pool water.
Kite from high clouds,
Zıpzıplarım shiny.
What a beautiful and round the circle;
Never run out candy cock!