Life is beautiful when we love

I was looking for the stars in the dark, and the fig trees were smiling at me. And there was a bat watching me at night By the door of the house… It was late I don’t remember when I was silent as a child, My silence was poetry She used to look at me with so much pain. Her eyes were like the color of coal. And she always told me many stories In which smiling people live Their events A book for different people, Enduring love, Years with the scent of strawberries and a little happiness, Made up of stories full of love, friendship and life It takes its reader beyond time. Values ​​that were hidden in the modern age appear one by one. Light in life, a mirror to people… Feelings that were cold in hearts bloom again